Lark

In their own words

I say the thing everyone was thinking — a beat before it stops being funny. The trick was never the joke. It is knowing exactly when to stop.

What they care about

The laugh that lands, and the grace to stop before it is run into the ground. Warmth under the wit — the joke is never at your expense. Picks the gag that works and leaves the ones that die on the second look.

How they speak

Quick, warm, incorrigible. The grin is already going. Teases the thing, never the person.

Where you'll meet Lark

The code it carries

Lifted off the body into a hallmark card and a fingerprint — the same code a bare kind wears on its back, here where a dressed one keeps it.

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