"What was that all about?" Neal demanded.
Kel turned. All of her friends were arrayed at her back. "He says he's changed."
"I suppose he could have changed," Neal said dryly. "I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil." The other pages snorted.
Kel eyed her friend. "You do look yellow around the edges," she told him, her face quite serious. "I hadn't wanted to bring it up."
"We daffodils like to have things brought up," Neal said, slinging an arm around her sholders. "It reminds us of spring."
"Does dung remind you of spring, too, Princess Flower?" Cleon demanded irritably. "You needn't manhandle our Kel like that."
Kel pealed Neal's arm away. "Thanks but no thanks," she told him. "I don't want to crush your petals."
"Crush mine all you like, fair lady," Cleon told her, putting an arm around her shoulders in Neal's stead.
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