[Gallagher]

Luci, for all that she appreciated the capabilities of her summoned servant, was hardly moved by his proclamation. "Mousse!" The call had the dog's head shoot up from its nest of blankets. "Start cleaning up that mess, and no eating it." There was a pause while Mousse untangled itself, hopped down onto the floor, and trotted back to the front room. Luci herself turned away from Pelles to inspect the damage to her hair in the mirror across from the bed. "So long as I have my wish, mon cochon, I don't care whether you keep it for yourself or destroy it entirely. Let your wrath out on whomever you see fit. It's no concern of mine." And if her familiar went ahead and licked up a dark, congealed glob sliding its way down the wall, she was none the wiser.