"Wrong!" Saturday chirps again. She extend her metallic right arm, palm-up, and a hilt grows out from the underside of her wrist for a moment before sinking back in. "'Ni-chan has some of Solomon's memories, a big chunk of mine, and most of Sol's personality because of it. It's kind of a long story - Sol didn't die or anything, it was more like a magical accident. And my best friend dated the dwarven princess. I did get paid for a job in cheese, once."

Magical accident is a very mild way of putting it, considering the end result had been a ten-year estrangement and a stupid, destructive feud that had nearly killed her and Maggie both - had killed them, really, except that their fates were changed at the last moment.

She's not sure Ronan wants the dirty details on her memory loss and Sol's refusal to cope with it, though.