[Daring Scylla]

Scylla poofs in and arranges himself neatly in a crosslegged position on top of a little floating cloud. Apparently the cloud has enough substance for him to sit on. We'll never know, because he's not telling.

He neatly pours himself a cup of boiling water over some Irish breakfast tea, even though it's actually six o'clock in the very late afternoon. That Scylla.

"How goes everyone today?"