Eleanor noticed the glance and huffed. "An assignment, for class," she said. "To endorse chastity, or simply mock us. Joker convinced me to at least marginally treat it as though it were a real child."

Before, she had been carrying it around by one foot. It did seem to scream less this way.

"It's lovely, but the slush is beginning to grate on my nerves," she admitted. "I'd like snow more if it came in midsummer."