Oscar humphed, certain their tears were entirely because of it.
Vaasi-Vee nodded and scribbled in a notebook, scribing him word for word, despite her question having been about his favourite type of collar.
Oscar burped, and they looked at him.
“What?”
The D’dôdô-Sette leant towards him as a professor might encourage a student. “You have something to say, perhaps?”
Being on curiosa, Oscar refrained from telling him.
“Good,” the D’dôdô-Sette said, with a wink at Vaasi-Vee. “I was worried you might, which means we’d have to wade through more of the rubbish you spewed at my recital.”
“I spoke earlier when I could be bothered,” Oscar said. “When I thought you had credibility. Now that I realise you’re a complete git, I can’t be bothered.”
The D’dôdô-Sette smiled at Vaasi-Vee, but spoke
