Three months, and Liir had settled into college life rather nicely. Everything was in order. He was doing well in classes, had made plenty of new friends, and even had a girlfriend. That was a first. Everything was perfect to him.

"Yo, beast boy!" his roommate called out.

Well, almost everything. His roommate was the most annoying human ever to walk Oz, and his only purpose, it seemed, was to get Liir's sanity to hang by a thread. Liir buried himself deeper into his history textbook.

"Beast boy! I was talking to you!" his roommate said.

"The Oz and Ozma regime came into power about 1567..." Liir read aloud.

"What?"

Liir smiled, knowing that reading out of a textbook was the only way to get back at his roommate. "...When the very first Oz won the Battle of Mount, and was declared the Emperor of Oz. His battle skills attracted many young maidens, but he married Jassica Larpun in 1572, and his daughter, named Ozma in his honor, took the throne in 1587."

"Whatever, beast boy." said his roommate. "You know, someday I think I'll get rid of that annoying voice of yours."

"It's impossible to get rid of someone's voice, and even if it wasn't, there would be no way you could make me get rid of mine." Liir said smugly.

"We'll see." said his roommate. "We will see."

Liir found himself twitching. "I have a study date with Pfenree." he said, rising up from bed.

"Don't you mean snuggly date?" said his roommate.

Liir rolled his eyes. "I know what I said." He should get a position that needs to drive people to the edge, like a general. Wait a minute, he wouldn't last two seconds in a war. He looked at his roommate. That might not be such a bad idea.

"Go on, goat! You have a date." his roommate shouted.

It was all Liir could do to ignore him.

"Hey, Liir, what does this word mean?" Pfenree asked.

"Let's see." He looked at it. "Elixir? That's a type of drink...a potion, I think."

"Thanks." she said.

"Pfenree!" a strange, yet familiar voice called out. "Pfenree?" A woman with about ten pounds of makeup crept out of the shadows. "Oh! There you are! I was just coming over to tell you I'd found the most delightful boy for you..."

"Uh, actually, Delva, as I've been telling you everyday for the past month and a half, I. Have. A. Boyfriend." said Pfenree. "In fact, this is him." Pfenree turned to him. "Liir, this is my sister, Delva. Delva, this is Liir. My boyfriend. The Goat I've been telling you about for the past THREE months?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Delva." he said, sticking out his hoof.

"Pfenree, you're joking, right?" Delva said.

"No, Delva, I'm not." said Pfenree. "At least acknowledge the fact that he's here."

"Hi." Delva told him flatly. "Pfenree, why are you dating a goat?"

"He's a Goat, Delva." Pfenree said, rising to look her sister in the eye. "And he's kind, sweet, caring, and unlike you, does not judge anybody."

"Did I come at a bad time?" Liir asked.

"Well, I think Dorian is much better suited for you." Delva said.

"Let me guess. He's human and thinks Animals are subtle, lowly, and should be turned into animals. Well, Delva, I'm not going to change my mind about anything, so you just go and date him yourself!" Pfenree shouted.

"Now listen here, Pfenree! I'm your older sister, and you have an obligation..." Delva started.

"To what? Obey your every order like a Tik-Tok?" Pfenree asked. "I'm eighteen years old, Delva. You're not Mother, and I don't have to listen to you anymore, so you can just shut up!"

"Pfenree..." Delva warned.

"Miss Delva," Liir cut in, wedging himself between his girlfriend and her sister in an attempt to stop the current verbal, could turn physical, fight. "you study politics, don't you? I do believe that class will start in a few minutes, and it's on the other side of the building."

Delva's eyes narrowed at him before looking at the clock. "What do you know? An Animal was right...for once." She turned to her sister. "We'll talk about this later, without that thing present." She left.

Liir turned to his girlfriend. "She seems..." he paused, searching for the right word. "nice."

"Sorry about that." Pfenree said. "My sister is a bit prejudiced against Animals. I don't know why. No one else in my family is like that. Except maybe Uncle Grommetik, but..."

"It's fine." Liir assured her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I'm dating you, not her. Besides..." he said, inching closer, "I don't judge people based on who they're related to."

"Well, I'm glad." she said. "Liir?"

"Hmm?"

"Just out of curiousity, how many kids do you want?"