Young Reginald had not tooted much since he had joined the fellowship. Inevitably, some of the lads from the louder side of the table turned him into unflattering memes. For a while, "Why don't you go Reginald!" was how they told each other to shut up.
Our Lady Joan Mastodon did not like it.
"Our Reggie is with us," she said one evening as they sat by the fire, "I enjoy his company. Don't you?"
