"Well, you look..." Mirabeau hesitated as Lissianna reached them, then finally finished with, "the same. What happened?" "Anemic." She spat the word with annoyance. "But he looked so healthy," Jeanne protested. "Padded shoulders and bottled tan," she said. "And that's not all." "What else could there be?" Mira asked dryly. Lissianna grimaced. "He had a cucumber down his pants." Jeanne gave a disbelieving giggle, but Mirabeau groaned, and said, "It must have been a seedless English cucumber, the man looked huge." Lissianna gaped. "You ?" "You didn't?" she countered. -Mirabeau, Jeanne, & Lissianna"