Telling people to go away doesn't help the image we have to put forward, even if sometimes I'd like to.

[ setting down her armful of feather-things in a bin already half full of its companions, jenna shakes her head. ]

Someday, someday, I am going to get you to be selfish and aware of how much you're worth. And then I'm going to brag about it for the rest of my unnatural life. [ fast, before tyke can do more than make a face. ] Arm or neck?