"I could fall on those rocks there," Myx said.
"You could," I agreed.
"And ...?"
"And you probably won't, Myx."
"What if I get wet?"
"Do you see any water at all down there. It's perfectly dry," I said.
"You throw perfection around pretty cavalierly," Myx said.
"And you have to stop chattering away--or I just might not venture over those jagged rocks again to retrieve you. Understand?"
"Perfectly," Myx said.

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