“[b]Well, it’s nice t’meet you Phoebe,[/b]” Ginger said with a confident grin. “[b]My Ghost never gave me a name, so I just went with the first word that I thought of. Ginger has a nice ring to it though.[/b]” He looked past her face at the Dark-Drinker and whistled, “[b]Whoa, that’s a nice blade you’ve got there. Is that a hadium-flake sword?[/b]”