I sighed.

“How big of a fan are you?” I asked her.

She raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Very. I’m in the fan club.” She looked at him proudly.

“Unfortunately, I’m not,” Fred replied, a sarcastic little smile playing on his lips.

“Yes, you are,” she insisted. “Not the 4 Nipes one. The real Fred Hunt fan club.” She beamed.

“I… don’t have a fan club,” he said, suddenly serious.

“Of course you do. Several, actually.” She was adamant. “Just here in South Noriah we ...