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"We will discuss it," Fizz said with the grave certainty of someone who had already decided. He yawned, which was a small beam of light that stretched his whole body, then blinked the sleep away. "I will keep watch while you sleep. If the tub makes any sudden moves I will bite it."
"Do not bite the furniture," John said. "You don't have to be funny all the time."
"Fine. I will glare at it in a way that makes it grow moss." Fizz replied.
John stood and crossed the room to bank the coals. He set the iron screen in place. He checked the latch on the door and the position of the ledger and the stack of orders as if a neat table could guarantee a neat dawn. He returned to the bench and stretched out along it with the towel under his head. Fizz settled above him like a small moon that had decided one man was worth orbiting.
