Chapter Seven Page 19
(FLOP)
Poe: So . . . I can stay as long as I’m folding?
Patrick: I would help, but it’s a little hard for me right now, considering how you broke my arm and all.
Sparrow: I’m sure you can talk and sort socks at the same time.
Patrick: Before you say anything else, I need to know . . .
When did Miranda get you? And how did she keep it secret?
Poe: My last Master used me as a show fighter. He didn’t like it, but he couldn’t afford to stop.
Until Mandy started sending him funds, on the condition that she would get me when he died. She pretended to be a representative of her father, to seem more legitimate, and chose a college in the area so she would be available when the time came. The week before finals, she got the call and made the contract.
Sparrow: How do you make money off of Being fights? Since nobody can see them . . .
Poe: Not fights with other Beings. The ban on hurting or killing humans doesn’t apply to animals. Dogfights, mostly.
Sparrow: . . . Oh. Well. Good for Miranda, I guess.
Nothing like the impending doom of a mother’s visit to draft everyone to chores.
And Mandy, you’ve got some good instincts somewhere deep down inside. Therapy would probably help you expand them to include more people.
Aaaand now we have the relevance of that previous Q&A question that asked if a Being can kill an animal. >.>
Hmm. Pretty sure Poe can’t be a dog, so… those were probably some interesting dogfights.
Yeah, how does that work? Dog against human? Dog against raven? Sounds like the sort of event where the average bet is more than the average number of teeth, anyway.
Cock fighting is a thing. Perhaps Poe pretended to be a black chicken?