"Oh, nevermind about that," Willa said dismissively. She was now the expert, at least among the two of them, and wore her authority in the subject like a fine fur coat. "When it happens they do half the work, at least. I'm not actually sure you need to do anything; I think they'd do it all if you froze up. But Lydie," she said, tone severe (though she was obviously still joking beneath it). "You cannot let me be wicked alone. We must find someone to kiss you."

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