"I was asked by the local Duchess once to mentor a runaway kid, a squirrel pooka," Tannusen frowned at the memory. "Her name was... Katie? I think. Took her into my house, tried to teach her... she scampered off before I could tell her much, but she flew in the face of what little I had gotten to tell her. Ran off and outed herself to some very dangerous people. Led them right back to my doorstep. She was everything everyone assumes among the Fae about pooka; undignified, idiotic, clownish. I've not been a fan of squirrels since."

He slit his eyes open.

"I do mean the others, yes. I don't care what the 'fake' ones say or do or think -- if they even do think. Starting to think the 'real' ones are just as bad, though." Which was pretty bad when he already didn't think of most of them as people.