Watching Sloane this engaged had been strange enough already, but now she was loudly whispering to the giant spider about a book, and it got even weirder. He was going to have to tell — well, he never got to talk to Sisse in private long enough to really tell her things, so he wasn't sure. He was going to have to tell Sloane how strange this was later.

He squeezed her hand again. "I knew they understood some language, but —" Lester shrugged. Being into trees required a level of sentience that he hadn't been prepared to expect, to be honest.