Logan hated formal ceremonies. He hated the stiff leathers, the ceremonial sash that Lisa kept trying to straighten (“Stop fidgeting, Beta!”), and the way everyone kept calling him “respected guest” in that reverent hush that made his skin crawl.

But most of all, he hated the silence, that heavy, ceremonial, breath-holding hush before someone important declared something irrevocable.

So naturally, that was when he sneezed.

“...and so, in the name of the Lunar Fang accord, we call ...