But first, enjoy a picture of 19-year-old Micah in Tropicil robes. (I think he grew a beard as soon as he was able.)

Micah chuckled. “Here, I’ll help you put it on right. Undo the belt.” 

Nell’s cheeks burned. “Just show me how.”

“Why?”

“Because,” he said, trying to think of an explanation that wouldn’t involve Micah’s concern for the scars on his stomach. “Because I don’t want Zeka getting any ideas.”

“Not to be rude, but I didn’t have any to begin with,” Zeka interjected.