Armand sagged in relief. "Oh good," he breathed. "There's a fellow over there who said the only reason he wasn't going to eat me was his friend hadn't said he could." He tilted his head to examine Mark's plate. "Do you like your pancakes like that, so fluffy?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Armand St. Just, though the nurses will try to tell you something different. They think we're all insane. You are new, aren't you?"