A boy named Sous

Dinah finished her sandwich and the last of the potato chips, then wiped off her fingers on the napkin, thinking about that. "I guess. No, I know you're right." She was still kind of mixed up about that. It wasn't a rejection of Glacia, just... she was the alien there. "The people without magic aren't so different." Although they had no idea how to act around her.

"My 400 dollar an hour shrink says that it's because behind this rugged and confident exterior, I'm self destructive and self-loathing to an almost pathological degree," said Dr. Hottie.

"This is the way he hits on women?" Dinah marveled.