Meryl’s eyes iluminated the place like a car headlight (not that this was a culturally apropriate comparison, since Max was pretty sure Liminalia didn’t have cars.)

Mr. Rabbit jaw’s dropped on the floor.

“You can become a lamp??? How did I NOT know this??”

Beneath their yellow-bright lantern-eyes, Meryl smiled with confidence:

“hohoho! im a mole of many secrets, mr. bunny. plus, i dont owe all my life trivia to YOU.”

“Pfff, whatever. At least you’re making yourself useful, for ONCE in your life.”

“o hohoHO. im gonna show you something useful.”

Max wasn’t paying attention to the little skirmish of theirs, because his attention was captured by a small movement in the shadows right ahead of them.

“Hey, guys, be quiet!”

“max, what i said about responding the olders?”

“No, this time it is important. Look!”

And they all stopped to look a little bit closer ahead.

Just right beyond Meryl’s eyelight ray of illumination, a small movement was seen, too quick to process what it was, but slow enough to have your pants craped.

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