Larkin only stared back absentmindedly at Eddy and his pointy ears. The kind of absentmindedness one might expect from an couch at a secondrate antique shop. The kind of secondrate antique shop your grandparents might drag you to on a Sunday afternoon when you would much rather be back at home trading Pokemon cards with your friends. The kind of friends that would scam you out of a holographic Machamp by telling you that their Rhydon was "definitely super rare." But now Eddy's thought were off-topic. He and his pointy ears returned their attention to Larkin and rolled his eyes at his ambiguous lack of response.

Around him, the room continued to burn with the white hot awkwardness of 1000 Freshman homecoming dances. Suddenly, the door burst open to reveal a creature known as Faeya. Eddy and his pointy ears knew that her name was Faeya because she insisted on screaming it very loudly. Contempt and hate and bitterness and indignation welled in his bosom. Eddy and his pointy ears made note of his new archnemesis.