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Marceline leaned close to Ethan. "Who's Legion?" she whispered. Ethan did not answer. His eyes were fixed on his daughter.

"Seriously, I don't, like. It's not me, I'm at the University all day!" Jade lifted her hands in the air, shrugging her shoulders together as though for protection. "I don't even know how to get to this Crossworld place. Like."

The Tano heir began stabbing at the food on her plate again. No one was speaking to fill the silence. She squirmed in her seat.

Ethan took pity on the girl. He lifted the platter of meat in front of him, eyebrows raised.

"Who wants more?" he smiled.

Jase thrust out his plate instantly. The platter was passed. Jade exhaled. Her head drooped forward. Ethan started a polite conversation topic, something about the recent recall of Malachi of Desiat's published works - Jade took the opportunity to shoot Cloasse a rather hurt and bewildered glance.

Why? her eyes seemed to beg.

Thermometer sniffed up his nose at Clo, twisting around an about-face so his hindquarters were firmly facing the young scrit.

Jade's hands were shaking as she took up her fork once more. Why ..