Waver didn't protest at the idea of sitting down. If anything, he fwumped onto the chair with a certain amount of desperation for an actual chair rather than a horse saddle, and nearly melted onto the whole damn thing. It wasn't the most endearing of affectations, but at least it was honest. This kind of situation deserved honesty.

"It would, given that between me and the bigger, louder one I hang out with," he was never going to run out of affectionate names for Iskandar. "Are mostly going to be staying in this area until circumstances shift."