Sure. I'll make you the big Crayola box, like the rich kids. [ It's another joke she makes more for herself than him. She cannot explain the economic implications behind brand name school supply purchases without giving them both a headache.

She stretches out perpendicular to him, propped up with her head on her hand, and takes the bottle for another drink. Her legs cross at the ankle, her feet still bare. ]

I gotta find a job, though, so who knows when I'll figure it out. That's the one thing I'm jealous about Thorne. They just give 'em everythin' so they can sit around and study all day. My old boss, she was helpin' me, and she said I was learnin' faster than anyone she'd seen, but I had hours and hours a day to practice. I just helped her around the inn, worked a few nights at the tavern, and she didn't push me for much else. [ She pauses for another sip. ] That was like, the best part of life after the superflu. No more daily grind.