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Something nagged at him. Gawain preened nervously on his shoulder. They stopped stuffing literature into envelopes and looked up at Josh and Alitha.
"What? I know it sucks, I tried to get an intern to..."
Sam looked at his boss - his friend. "No. Just. I've been working on this campaign for seventeen days, fourteen hours and three minutes and you haven't asked."
"I haven't asked... what?"
"My daemon."
"What about him?"
"He's male?"
Josh tilted his head, "Yeah?"
Sam sat back on his knees, and realized that Josh hadn't noticed. His daemon was a robin and Josh hadn't noticed.