Cullen glances down at Liranan.

"If she doesn't get cookies," he tells the mabari, "neither do you." A corner of his mouth turns up. "Of course, neither do I."

And glances at Ysalwen. "Heavy sticks." Dry. "Heavy sticks that leave bruises when you swing them at someone. If you'd come out here in robes we'd go inside to find you something like what you've got. I will not have you black and blue before you're ready."