[Poggio]

“Nay, ye squiffy son o' a sea biscuit eateth'r.” She answered the telepathic link cooly. Non-corporeally, Mary watched Mr. Kite. Days of patiently watching him did not change Mary's impression of Mr. Kite. Her eyes narrowed as her so called master attempted to parade her in front of others. “Hang th' jib. I be nah f’r showin' off like yer Curly wurly” She snickered.