they are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free

Peregrine sounded so formal - she might as well call them Mx. Sable, at that point, right?

Or...they probably didn't like when people bothered with their last name. Gala knew she didn't. Then again, who was she to assume that anybody else thought the same?

Well. Anyway.

"P-Perry!" Drat.

Their head swiveled very evenly over to observe her, as smooth as tilting clouds. She immediately forgot whatever she'd actually been going to say.

"I mean, is that okay? What should I call you?" Should I, at all?

"It's fine. I don't care."

And for a moment, Gala actually believed it.