“He is an animus, actually, and since I can tell by the way your eyes are bugging out you have never seen one before, yes, he does appear to be a small, golden ball of light the size of a Brussels sprout. He used to be a person. He is now an animus, and he is bound to me. He doesn’t, I need not point out, eat actual food, so it’s not necessary to offer him lunch.”
“This is very true that I am not eating the chicken that Peter-ji is consuming with such relish, but I appreciate the welcome to your picnic most dearly. We have many picnics, Peter-ji and I, although frequently I must keep myself hidden from the view of mortal beings. You are not a mortal being, so I thought it safe to greet you properly, and ascertain your married status on Peter-ji’s behalf. What, popsy, is your married statu
