"Daddy," Plourr says to Ianna, getting her hands under the toddler's armpits and hauling her into her lap, "doesn't know when to quit. Can you say pain in Mama's royal ass?"

Ianna considers her for a moment, face squinched, and then she waves Gror with one hand and shouts, "Nnnnnnnnnn!"

"Close enough," says Plourr, and she balances Ianna easily, baby feet on her knees.