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There were things that no longer shocked Margaret Domzalski. She’d married a troll and been introduced to an entire secret world right beneath the one she’d always known, after all. It took a lot, quite a lot, to faze her these days.
“Margaret, no!” Vraxel’s shout caused Margaret to jump nearly a foot in the air. What was it? What was wrong? Had one of their experiments gone haywire again? Did Kanjigar finally accept their offer to come over for dinner but something had happened and-
“THE FLOOR IS LAVA, MOM!” Ralph shouted from his position safely tucked under his father’s arm. “And if you step on it you’ll get all burned up!”
It was then that Margaret noticed her husband, her rather large, made of living rock and crystal spike husband, stood on their living room couch. She frowned at him.
“I cleaned my hooves before we started playing, dearest.” Vraxel recognized that look. Even if one happened to be a troll, one did not track muck and dirt into Margaret Domzalski’s home. “Now join us. For we are adventurers seeking the lost and stolen treasures of Gatto’s Keep!” He reached out a hand to her.
Margaret sighed dramatically, but took his hand and jumped up on the couch. She tousled Ralph’s hair and he giggled. “I don’t suppose it would be proper to let you two have all the fun.” She winked at her son.