Jenny: Cry Me A River

The Guttersnipe drew off. Now Domitia was crying, and for a moment she understood why Artos would give her a hard jab when she cried for no good reason. Watching someone cry was embarrassing. "Oh, stop it," she snapped. "You cry like a girl. And you always talk as though you were reciting poetry."

She stopped, cross, and then burst into hysterical laughter.