“Okay. So I won’t take something useless. I’m not settling.”

The bread really is good; she’s pulling apart the last piece. It’s a tough learning curve, but this third go results in reasonably bite-sized pieces.

She considers asking what the fuck a gummi worm is, but asks instead, "How can you know, anyway? No way you know how what makes a cool sword. What’s yours made out of? Bones and leather?”