"... Didn't understand a word of that, love," comes the reply, Kate's hand scrunching up her now grey-appearing hair. The hell was a Pigfarts or a Rumbleroar, and why would being ousted be a concern of hers? All that matters now is-

(Where IS she?)

Fun. And this kid was providing loads of it.

"Lighten up, have a drink." Kate, the reason the kid hasn't drank is all your fault, but never mind. "Hands off, I swear."