Yeah, knowing that poison beats plant isn't going to help you make the trains run on time.

Experience, that's important. I'd bet you my giant bat that I have more of that than anybody here.

[Blake grunts with some amusement, though it's tinged with an odd feeling, a faint memory of something with white fur and calm eyes that knew more than it should. The impression is gone fast.]

You know they'd let one be in charge if it asked. They almost worship the damn things.