“STOP!” Keefe held up his hands. “Ground rules for this conversation: All talk of alicorn baby-making is off the table – got it? Otherwise I’ll have to rip my ears off. And for the record, I do not want to be there when Baby Glitterbutt arrives.” “Me either,” Fitz said. “My dad made me go to the Hekses’ unicorn preserve for a delivery one time.” He shuddered. “Who knew they came out so slimy?” “Ew, dude,” Keefe said. “I did not need to know that.”
