Putting the two of them together was resulting in a conversation that was rapidly approaching the speed of light and the high-pitched noises only dogs could hear.

"His name isn't Mis'er Mas'er Skywalker," Jaenelle corrected, giggling. "He's Great-grandpapa. Mama says you gotsta emph'size the great cause it reminds him he's old."

Karla began facepalming again. "I'm sure I meant you emphasize it because he's a very good man," she said.

"Nope!" Jaenelle said with a merry grin. "Cause he's old. Even though he ain't older than Unca Lucivar or Unca Saetan or Unca Daemon."