I've been teasing Ana gently about her status as

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prickly on the outside, squishy in the middle. (She's never read Wizard's Hall, and I can't find my copy, but whatevs.) She denies it very loudly and made me promise not to say it in front of her friends ("they don't know about that!") but I'll point out that when I told her that in a year or so her cactus necklace, Huxley, would have to be repotted she said, in the dreamiest, gooiest voice you've ever heard "Oh, that's right, he's going to grow big and strong!"

Yeah. That's Ana. She's a marshmallow.