"Give a person a good wiener, and you've got them."
Oh, and in other news, I sold a story to a new market, "Coyote Wild," today. It was my oldest story still in circulation, "Abjure the Realm," a sort of weird little apologia for Odd-Eyed Wicked Witches and Clubfooted Apolitical Bards the folklore over. It's an unabashed straight swords-and-sorcery riff.
Also, it has made up ballad bits.
And an undead army.
And it's totally unrepentant. *g*