On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

Fuck, he's adorable. Janet laughs. "It wasn't. Like I said, it was the means to an end. All I remember is having feathers for brains and doing a lot of honking. Like, endless. Honk honk." She rolls her eyes. "Then we spent a semester in Antarctica. The professor was a hardass. He cast this spell so we couldn't talk and made us do the same magic over and over again in solitary confinement."