[ Trained to spot some things — or simply conditioned to be paranoid, especially after tonight's insane feast — and suddenly reminded of the metallic firesmoke she picked up and ignored a while back, Cellar brushes her hair behind an ear. ]

It's like a code name. Or a nickname. Both? I didn't pick it, but whatever. I don't mind.

[ Which is true, but she doesn't really have a choice. Raíz always knows when her pets agents stray from their assigned titles. ]

They're also called daddy longlegs. Did you know they aren't actually spiders?