Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Embrace the Slog, or Writing for Oneself.
"So," said Pickedum. It was a tense "So" - while Pickedum was always at least a little on edge all the time, this was different.
"So," said Caughlin kindly.
"So..." Pickedum shuffled her legs. "So how are you doing today, Caughlin? Eyes going well? How're Celly and Luna?"
"Yes, my eyes are good, thank you," said Caughlin, smiling. "It's so good to be able to walk around without my head mummified. Although I am a mummy. Ha ha!"