Christ. Magic puppy mills. That ain't right.

[He looks over at Steve and snaps his fingers to get her attention. Her ears twitch and she looks up from her book.]

Hey, Steve. They keep you in crates or something?

[She snubs and shakes her head fiercely. Of course not!]

Huh. I bet a raid would turn up something, anyway.

[God, he misses being able to call for helicopters.]