Upon hearing the girl’s insane laughter, Mycel answered it with an equally mad laughter, only a bit more quiet, and mischievous. Edith was quite a bright, and mad-he wasn’t sure if she was mad the way he was for now- girl, and he liked that. His hand slowly reached towards the girl’s stiffly extended hand.
“My pleasure, Edith Row.”
He shook the hand. Up and down. And then released it.
“Ah, always good to have new friends. Isn’t it right?”
He said, partially to Edith-and partially to himself.