"Ash." His expression was carefully arranged into a soft sympathy. "I know you have warts."

"That was one plantar wart one time, you jerk, and if you dumb boys had cleaned the changing rooms at the dock like you were supposed to, I wouldn't have even gotten that."

"Go be ugly."

"Phrasing." I shrugged into my jacket, and knelt down to put on my boots.

"If you want to talk, the monster support group is open 24/7."

I looked up from tying my laces. ...