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Myla
The green reptile chick with the puffy wig leads us to our chambers. The moment the door swings open, I make my proclamation.
“This is some over-the-top stuff.”
After closing the door, my guy gives the room a once-over as well. “I’ve never seen anything to match this, and I visit many places on demon patrol.”
I decide to transform myself into chamber tour hostess for the occasion. I swing my arms wide, gesturing across the space. “First of all, we have the green-ness. I’m no expert on colors, but there’s your emerald color, moss shade, the particular light green of that sauce that goes on rolly tacos at restaurants…”
“Mole verde,” says Lincoln, because that’s my guy. “Anything else?”
“I’m out of green things. If Cissy were here, she’d list for an hour. Moving on.” I step ove
