“The Tea Cup?”
“You’re calling the Mighty Furrow of Death and Destruction a Tea Cup?”
“Sure. See how it squeezes between the two big rocks? And then it dumps through in a smooth line as if you’re pouring tea?”
“And then it kills me.”
“Let me show you a trick.”
“Can I kill you afterwards?”
“Sure.”
“Okay then.”
“As you go off the Tea Cup—”
“Mighty Furrow of Death and Destruction,” she insisted. “MFDD.”
“—lean back and try to lift up the bow by kicking your legs upward. It’s mostly a hip move, and I know from experience you have amazing control of your hips.” That got most of the smile he’d been looking for. “It’s called a Boof.”
“So you want me to Boof the Tea Cup before I kill you for leading me into the hungry maw of the Mighty Furrow of Death and Destruction?”
“Exactly!” He an
