I shouldn’t, it would be rude to ignore you!
…I mean, if you really don’t mind. I hate to leave you out.
All gods know, Sleipnir, you didn’t inherit that sweet disposition from either parent. *pats his shoulder* I would like to come, but I’m really pretty worried I’ll do something you won’t like.
Well, mother is very nice. Just… not to most people. Anywhere.
Um, since you are certain you are worried you don’t want to do something you don’t like and don’t want to go. You don’t have to, I don’t want to force you into something.
You’re pleading, aren’t you. I’ll tell you what: I’ll come along, if you and Piper promise to let me drive you. New York cab drivers can be a bit …
And you have to promise if I say something that makes you uncomfortable, /tell/ me. In words. Don’t just look embarrassed.
You’re going to come? Really? I’ll tell Piper.
Oh, I don’t know about that, Summer. I have quite a talent for losing words. I’m not quite as eloquent as my mother.
*mutters* Your mother is going to murder me when this is over …
I’ll just have to keep a tag on you then. Do you know what I am, Sleipnir?