"He sent you what?" Sofia's voice on the other end of the line was not the sound of concern he'd expected. It was the sound of someone trying, and failing, to suppress a tidal wave of hysterical laughter.
"An island, Sofi!" Leon whisper-yelled, pacing his small office. "A tiny, rocky island in the middle of nowhere! He's going to banish me! He's going to make me manage a team of angry puffins!"
The dam of her laughter finally broke. A peal of bright, joyous, unrestrained laughter that echoed down the phone. "Oh, Leon," she finally gasped, wiping a tear from her eye. "You idiot. That's not a threat. That's a welcome."
"A... a welcome? How is an exile-island a welcome?!"
