“Oh, I… fell off my bike,” I said, pressing a hand to the wound. Before she could ask how me and the Wonder Tummy had managed to get on a bicycle—at least outside of a circus tent—I continued, “So how many befastings have you been to?”
“Oh, ten or twelve, by now. I enjoy the actual ceremony, it’s just the hobnobbing beforehand that gets a little nerve-wracking.” She shook her head. “My Lumi says it’s good for me to get out. I guess he’s right. What about you?”
“This is my first.” I gave an embarrassed smile. “I don’t know anyone except the DiNovis.”
“Oh, poor thing. What about the Craigs, don’t you know them? They’re right over there.”
I craned my head, trying to figure out who she was pointing at. “I don’t think so. Should I?”
“Briana Craig is a sort of relative of Dr. DiNovi’s, a co
