Suddenly there's a shift in the air, a displacement felt only by the way your fillings start to hum. Three young adolescents approach, pale white from their tippy toes to the tops of their long-haired heads; a tall, willowy girl framed by two similarly tall and willowy boys, all of them watching Lorne and his new acquaintance with startlingly pale blue eyes. They titter amongst themselves, walking over arm in arm in arm.

"This is delightful!" One of the boys says, eyes moving from Lorne to Beth and back again, followed swiftly by the girl: "Krevlornswath has surprised us yet again." By the tone of her voice, she approves wholeheartedly.

The boy on her left scoffs, on the other hand. "I am not surprised. He is what he is."

The girl considers this, and nods. "They both are."