" The dust-wife turned back to Fenris and Marra. “You two will be better off making your own way. By which I mean that all this poorly suppressed longing is giving me hives.”
Fenris coughed. Marra put her hands over her face.
“Come see us,” said Agnes. “Please. I’ll want someone to talk to who isn’t grumpy.”
“I’m not grumpy.”
“You are an absolute grump and so is your chicken.” The two old women climbed onto the wagon and drove away, still bickering. "

― T. Kingfisher , Nettle & Bone