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.