Emma gave Jono a look that clearly said she thought he'd lost his brain. "Right. Because you figuring out how to fly when you've already sprained your brain is the best idea ever."

"Which, we came here to fix." Emma shut her eyes, and a gray, smooth, platform rose out of the starfield serving as 'down.' "We can talk about how me in Glacia with baby-mad Glacians is a terrible idea later. Built any sandcastles lately?"