Discord Airlines is now boarding for takeoff.

Thanks for working your tail off.” Leglin turned his head to check his hindquarters. “My tail is attached.” I chuckled, scratching behind both of his ears. “It’s a saying, bub.

Diablo tore free of the underbrush and rushed across our path. There was a small, orange splotch on his back.
“Get it off! Get it off!”
The black pit disappeared into the trees. I looked at Logan. “I’m sorry, was that a monkey riding my dog?” “It was. A baby tamarin. We need to get it back to the right area.” Logan frowned. “Diablo won’t eat it, will he?” “Diablo!” I let go of Logan’s hand to pursue my dog.

Discord is their business model.

We teleported," Issie finishes. "Like in Star Trek or Harry Potter, sort of. No! Like in Dr. Who in that episode with the Sontarans and the brilliant human boy, or really any Dr. Who ever if you think of the Tardis! Holy canola! That is just the coolest thing ever! Wowie, wow, wow!

Somehow, later, exhausted and dismayed by these sapping, abrasive, attriting episodes, they came to a sort of truce; but it was at the expense of any closeness.