“Alas poor Yorrick, I knew him well, he was a, err, yadda yadda yadda.” Liz waved her hand in a playful etcetera. It was hard to tell who was more confused, the Holst or her other human teammates. She favored them with an amused superiority. “Shakespeare!”

“A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy?” Tolin did nothing to hide his grin at Liz’s disappointed look. “I study some, this culture of yours. You had funny ancestors.” The Holst flicked on ear to the side and the group shifted into defensive stances without a pause.

“Something wicked this way comes?” The group relaxed as Yelish slunk back in from scouting. The cat-like Khriss stretched languidly as she shifted from all fours to her normal two-legged stance. “A bit of history never hurt anyone.”

Ice snorted and Yelish blithely ignored the white-haired human’s annoyance. “Let’s see you sing even two breaths of my pride’s history.” She wrinkled a nose in distaste. “Feh.”

Ice merely raised and eyebrow and after a suitably smug pause, started whistling the transitional stanza to the Song of Long Winter’s Breaking whose full title ran on for several paragraphs. Khriss were rarely noted for their ability to be concise.