[Gallagher]

Gambooge waved her off, waiting until she left the room before he turned to Bag, who, it turned out, had taken to crossing its wide metal arms in a faceless glare. "What?"

"Do—not—'what'—me."

"Excuse me? Do you have a nagging mother mode now?"

"Yes."

"Really? Because, you know, I already have one of those. I don't need another one."

"Don't—you—have—cleaning—to—do?"

"You," he muttered, gathering water around his hands, "are the worst golem I've ever met. Go outside and keep guard, and don't go where I can't see you. I'll clean you up when I'm finished."