"Yes, they are," Melinda put in, shaking her head. "Either that or just stupid. Maybe both." And they'd been so cute, too. Why were all the cute ones taken or strange? It wasn't fair.
She raised both brows. "You and Marietta are back together? And where's your new place? I'll have to send a housewarming gift," she said, making a mental note to do just that. Or try to remember to, at least. It was fifty-fifty if she'd actually do it or not. "And I'm pretty good. I've got the flat in Whimsic Alley, of course, and now I'm working at the Ministry in the MLE. A lowly secretary, but it's better than being a clerk at the bloody apothecary."