She gave him a bright smile. "Good! I love having friends! I don't know why no one ever told me how much fun it was before; having friends that aren't cards, I mean."

"Lady Najaran, how hurtful," Goligan said, mustache drooping.

"Awww, c'mon Goligan. You know what I mean. You and Master Horowitz are like family. That's different."

He cheered up, looked misty. "Lady Najaran..." he wiped his eyes with his prehensile mustache.

"Besides, I don't think I could get away with hanging laundry off my friends. So you're in a class all by yourself!" she added, cheerfully.

Aaaaaand he was drooping again.