Swiftcurrent Creek winter's wife

"No, no," Bazi assured him, shaking her head vigorously. "I want company. But let's talk about something else - the whole... Scimitar thing is too much for my brain right now."

She lowered her head and resumed plucking at the bird, kicking up a miniature storm of feathers. "So, are you a winter guy or a summer guy?" It was a subject less likely to result in awkwardness or conflict, and something Bazi could talk about for hours on end: the classic winter versus summer debate.

Conclude?