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Tweak says, "No, it's pronounced EYE-gor."

Susan Amelia Bones (

"Oh damn," Susan said, snapping her fingers sarcastically. "I was going to suggest you read Herman Melville, Susan Sontag, William Faulkner, and Samuel Beckett. I guess I'll just have to think of some authors who aren't uncomfortably verbose." She looked through the box with interest, finally selecting several moist looking cookies with enough chocolate in them to make even the most hardened health nut go weak at the knees. "I was joking about the hundred books actually," she replied between mouthfuls of salted caramel and chocolate. "I was thinking I'd throw a couple of magical bestsellers at you? Stuff by Libra Traficante, Historia Witz, Michael Buchmann, and Augustus Prolixus even. I'm fairly sure I have all of their books, and if not I'll just have to go and get them, which would be a shame."

"Yes mother, I'll remember," Susan replied, lifting her hands in surrender. "Actually, speaking of mothers, mine's been complaining that she hasn't seen you and Seamus for far too long and that you should come up to Rosethorn with me next time I visit." Changing the subject was probably a good idea, since Susan had a sinking feeling that she probably would indeed, forget to tell Lucy about Dean - especially if her coming week was anything like the last, or the one before that.

She shuddered delicately, both at the thought of eating eels, and for the emphatic reason that Dean had for not liking eels. "That's a deal," she said emphatically. No need to bring anymore trauma to her friend's life - especially since he still had the fresh realisation that he was in love with his best friend to deal with. She continued to wheeze with laughter for several moment, holding up her hand to turn down his offer for water. "Oh I agree. I always put far more chocolate in things than the recipe asks for, but that just sounded so... Very food snobby and I loved it."

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