I pull out Inspector Grapemuzzle. "What do you think?" I ask, staring at the plushie. He was my first ever really big sewing project and it was falling apart, but I still love him. "I know that, but how?" I ask it. My scalemate was very much alive to me. Or at least I pretended that.
I look at him."I'm from the Norse cabin, remember? But my father is the God of the Moon, and the Moon is a symbol of insanity so yeah.." I turn back to Inspector Grapemuzzle. "I said I know! Oh. You're just trying to annoy me." I lean in and whisper in his 'ear'. "How do you expect we can go through with this plan???"