Ask Sasha, he almost says but doesn't. That's— for later.

"I do mean it. Wings and all. That was June. April had a, an entire matchmaking theme, with a sort of mental link between—" he stumbles over the instinct to say mates, "—romantic partners."

Which he will be glad to never see again, for the sake of Martin's sleep schedule.

"Deerington is either shockingly horrible or shockingly absurd. It seems to swing between the two at random."