If you all want a word together in private you may have it, but you'll be silly if you use the opportunity to cook up a dish of cod’s wallop.

See, see the chariot, and those rushing wheels, / That whirled the prophet up at Chebar flood.

It’s hard enough to separate the geeks from the creeps at your average Anime con (it’s more of a Venn Diagram than an either/or, really). The task becomes even more difficult at Arisia, where the sexual undertones are … not particularly undertoned.

A woman near—her face livid in the stage-light and her eyes like cairngorms—miscaught a line and laughed aloud. Her panic at the sound of her own voice alone, was that of a doe parted from the herd.