"No fair. I am hungry, too," Knight Juliano said as he stared angrily at the granola bar. "I will split my rations with you later for a chunk of that."

"If you could think with that pea-sized brain of yours for a moment rather than food for once-"

"Go suck on a cactus, Tink. Don't you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?"

"Actually, I am quite infatuated with my intelligence and with the way I convey it." Tink spared a sidelong glance at Kate and smiled slightly, almost shyly. "A fellow scribe would understand, right?"