Swiftcurrent Creek And do our talking with a laser beam

Mae blinked, trying to remember the last time anyone had told her to shut up. She was too surprised to feel anything else for a moment — but then the moment passed, and Mae did her very solemn best to stifle her amusement. There was a glimmer of pride in her, too; there was the sharp edge she'd come to expect from her family. It'd only taken a bit of probing to find it.

After a moment she nodded; sure, I'll play along. Mae started after him.

If you ever tell me to shut up again, I'll take a shit in every sleeping place you ever choose for the rest of your life, Mae went on pleasantly: Where are we going?