"Um, things like smart, pretty, clever, fair, strong, magnificent, beautiful," Ewan cracked a smile and took a deep breath, "wise, fantastic, amazing... um, stuff that like that, yeah?"
The boy reached for the knob when the door swung was torn open. An enormous figure loomed in the doorway. It had hairy arms, slabs of muscle and fat, tusks jutting from its mouth, and a frilled patron. It was an ogre. "Hells be that racket?!" he bellows. His eyes scan the pair of children, settling on Cara with a squint of amusement. "You're the new whelps, eh? Hear yer trouble"
"Um..." the boy darted back, squeezing Cara's hand. "...yeah? We, uh, Thistle said to get lunch here a-and..."
"Names first, runt."