"Violet does sound more like me," Eliot admits, after listening carefully to the Q'unari's explanation. "But I guess I should do some reading up, make sure I'm not missing out on something more fitting. I'm actually not very good at the illusory stuff - I was a physical kid at school, and that's always come easier to me. Shoving things, moving them around, that kind of thing."

He starts cutting the bread into thick, generous slices, gesturing so that the frying pan settles on the stove. A couple of slices of butter are settled in the bottom of the pan, and then Eliot starts cracking eggs by hand.

"So why'd you pick Violet?"