"Nope-nope," Skuld mentioned, fishing out another piece of turkey, followed by one of Swiss cheese, which she peered through, mostly Ace-wise, one eye and one half of her smile showing through the holes. "Naughty. You /always/ give your name to a semiotician. Wait. Maybe they don't have those where you live? Anyway, I'm Skuld and I forgive you."

"Merw," said the cat.

"And she's Jezebel, but so are most cats."