text: I didn't get around to it, though, because I got there much before Ythac did.
  
  "Sacred suns, Jyothky, what happened to you?" squeaked Tarcuna. My brave and helpful fiancés were bravely and helpfully off cavorting with my rival.
  
  "I got into a fight with some farmers. Outside Churry City."
  
  "What did they do to you?"
  
  "Shot me, died. About what you'd expect."
  
  "What did they shoot you with?" She made me look at my face in a mirror. I was all over a'a.
  
  "Oh, that's just shards and scoria. I got a bit upset at a stone building afterwards."
  
  "Put your head down here." She started prying bits of rock-splatter off of me with her one good arm. "Tell me what happened. You sound angry and miserable."
  
  "I was just going there to heal a friend... she's a good cook..." and on and on, I probably whined at her half an hour, lying on my back, until Ythac got there. I didn't bite him even once, though. I just lay there and let the two of them clean the ruin off my face.
  
  "I'm going to transport those farmers," Ythac proclaimed regally. "Move them halfway across the country to a new farm, and nobody will know who they are or why to hate them."
  
  I have the best friends in Hove.
  
  Which would mean a lot more if I, personally, weren't the worst friend in Hove.