“Just as the founding Homesteader is neither cat nor girl, but occasionally concedes she’s a catgirl,” he says, nodding. “I do think you’d like Sekhmet if you met them.”

He offers his hand again. “It wouldn’t have changed my answer either way. Most of my friends don’t conform that way.

“I don’t,” he adds. “I was never a tomboy, always a boy, despite contrary evidence. You see?”