"FREYD!  Och, thank goodness ye'r alive!  how come did ye hae tae gang 'n' mak' us hawp otherwise, ye eejit!"  Quip's squat, but brawny figure had him in a bear hug almost instantly the moment he arrived on the grounds of his shop.  Blond hair, thick and coarse like straw, pressed itself against the underside of his chin, even as her hefty middle threatened to suffocate him. "Yes, yes, I'm fine, Quip.  Relax!  Please, at least just a little?  I'm not as tough as I once was."  Stepping back,