"The proper term," Ignis said, with a drawl that seemed to preemptively accept that proper would not be aligned with Chandra's preferred, "is a carbuncle, actually. But, no, for me, it doesn't happen very often--"

And almost always at the end of Marxh or the beginning part of April, oddly enough. Funny how that worked out!

"--and is actually a rather recent occurance. But it could be worse."

Here, he gave the soft hint of a smile.

"A friend of mine finds himself frequently beleaguered with the occassion of turning into a plant."