No, Rosvisser thought firmly, there’s no way I’m letting my darling Noa inherit her father’s penchant for abstract nonsense.

The queen shot a sharp look at Leon, who was still lying in bed.

Internal dialogue:
Rosvisser: You’ve got ten seconds to fix this mess. Think of something—now!

Leon: Don’t rush me! I’m thinking, I’m thinking!

Rosvisser: If Noa ends up spiraling down this path of abstraction, Leon, I swear I’ll hold you accountable!

Leon, still reeling from his earlier slip, had been thinking so quickly that “cousin’s dad” had been the best thing he could come up with on the spot. He hadn’t anticipated his clever daughter taking his abstract nonsense a step further to coin “grand-uncle.”