I mean, that totally is a thing in my world, I guess. At least in certain crowds. "Aromantic", they call it. I dunno how much stock I put in it, but. [ Julie is a Gen Z baby, she knows all about labels and flags and pronouns. She has doubts about some of it, but she's not inclined to tell others they can't get into it. ] But I guess you can't really say properly until you meet a person that you think should make you feel that shit, and then they either do or don't.

[ She can only snort at the idea of refractory period. Yeah, buddy, she is aware of that fact.

Still laughing, Julie wipes her eyes, then rises back to her feet. She rubs her palms on her thighs, then holds her hands up. In the space next to Mat's... creature, an actual narwhal forms. He's a bit shrunk for size reasons, but is otherwise a correct facsimile. ]

That is a narwhal.