Iyana's head was swirling. She had faced terrifying enemies, political games, and life-threatening danger, but nothing had prepared her for the sheer weirdness coming out of Leila's mouth. And Leila, bless her chaotic soul, didn't seem to notice.
"So, the world I come from—it's, um, different," Leila started, looking all serious.
"I think it's a little too late for me to consider anything normal anymore," Iyana remarked, her voice dry. Seriously, after believing that Leila was from another world, what was left to surprise her?
Little did the poor young lady know what was awaiting her.
Leila's face twisted into a strange grin. "Actually, 'different' doesn't even cover it. It's like, next-level weird—like, people identify as dogs or cats or, honestly, anything, really. Once, I met someone who identified as a peng—"
