"I feel like I should make an innuendo out of that," Priestly said, setting the mostly-peeled orange aside in a small bowl and chopping two other oranges in half for juicing. "But that crap took a lot of practice, so I think I'll just be proud of it as it is."

The number of times he'd nearly cut his own fingertips off. . . . Well. He was lucky he hadn't had to call on their magical healing type friends more often than he had.