"Ka’harja slid his hand over his mother’s face and he rested a finger on her nose. He grinned and pushed against one of her nostrils. ‘I bet I could fit an entire finger in one of these bad boys.’"

"‘I love you, mum,’ he finally managed. ‘I love you more than I love anything else.’
‘Even more than that sexy werewolf calendar you got on our holiday to Bonark?’
Ka’harja nearly choked. ‘At least twice as much. You didn’t see me pulling that out of the fire, did you?’"

“Ka’harja turned just in time to have something thrust into his arms.
‘I think this is yours?’
It was a book— No, a calendar— No... the calendar. The werewolf calendar he’d gotten in Bonark. Ka’harja felt faint; had Koko looked through it? She probably did, to know it was his.”

“For a while Ka’harja sobbed into the soot-covered cloth while Coff ignored him in the most awkward manner possible. When Ka’harja finally managed to stop crying, Coff turned back to him and held up a bottle.”

The moral of this thread is “Chapter 4 is fucking funny as hell”