"Well, everyone who isn't an elf." Saturday shrugs. "An' in practice, only an elf who agrees with them. So. Who hates berries? Bananas have a gross texture, that was the truth. I love berries, though."

She looks at the crowd. They've settled, but they're staring at her and Ronan with their eyeless, expectant stares, and have made no indication that they're ready to let them go.

"Do you have a favorite fruit?"