Fox's Glade Get nothing done

Earp. What a funny name, Charles said, though his voice suggested no actual humour. He'd never heard of a name like that before. Perhaps he should stop saying things like that, he thought, because Brouhaha had been a bit insulted when he had said that about her name. Yet the bad part of Charles tugged at him to do more bad things to find out if he would be punished for it. But perhaps strangers weren't the best place to try that out...

... Well, whatever the case, Charles had already said it now. When Earp asked about his ear Charles' eyes rolled up as he tried to look, but obviously he could not. He didn't realise that Earp meant the chip out of his ear -- a memento from one of the many rough fights with his brother or perhaps a reprimand from his mother; he didn't remember, he had had it for so long and didn't even know it was a scar -- but instead thought his unusually large coyote-like ears were referenced. Oh. I was born with these. Charles blinked before elaborating: I don't know why they are so big.