““Luna wasn’t bothered by Ivy’s attitude. “I happen to have it on good authority that I am downright hilarious.” “Whose authority?” “I believe you call him ‘dad.’” “Dad doesn’t count,” Ivy protested. “He has to tell you that you’re funny.” “He has to tell me that?” Luna arched a dubious eyebrow. “Since when is that the rule?” “Since the first man met the first woman and she did hand puppets by the first fire and he faked a laugh,” Ivy replied, not missing a beat.””
