Nimona heaves an enormous sigh for such a little body, rolling her eyes in dramatic fashion. "Right," she grumbles, like an especially put-out teenager might say yes, DAD.

She flops more comfortably around Edgar's shoulders, eyeing Max. Unfortunately, Ed's meaningful look did not go unnoticed; even more unfortunately, Nimona finds she feels a little bad for bringing up all the murder stuff.

"...Max, can you really turn into a wolf?"