"Are we the first people you've ever talked to?"

"No, but lots of people I talk to think I'm a freak and that hitting me is fun so I try to not do it a lot."

"Are you still going on about Michael?"

"No. When did you arrive?"

"The sword fighting? And I could've been in Russia and still caught up. "

"...really, you're that fast?"

"Yep. Want a present?'

"Will it help make your brother feel better?"

She shrugs. "I guess. Don't ya want proof how fast I am?"

"Not really, I believe you." She turns back to look at Martin. "You shouldn't let strangers' words hurt you, especially if you wanna be a hero. Lots of people will say awful stuff about you and the people you love."

"I...I..guess." 

Moira shoves a paper bag into Sadde's hands. "It's a kebab!" she says, merrily. 

She looks at the kebab and debates the wisdom of offering it to Martin, given their conversation about eating meat just now, then sighs, sits on the floor, and puts it down.

"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings."

Martin wipes the tears from his eyes. "It's alright."

"...I'm still really curious about why you think only kitties and humans and mer count enough not to be eaten."

"And rodents, and birdies,"-he looks to see if Moira is listening-"I was once tasted chicken at Maurice's house. It was great," he whispers.

She can't help but giggle a little. "But you said your dad talks to all animals so why wouldn't all of them count?"

Martin shrugs. "That's what people say. I never met him."

"Would your mom lie about what he can do?"

"Don't know. None of us can talk to anything else."

"That's not a whole lot of evidence about it."

"We got all Mum's powers."

"But not all of your dad's, there's no reason to think the exact three kinds of things you talk to are the only important ones."

"...One thing."

"Hm?"

"We talk to one thing each."