[ Look, if he ever meets a Boulder person, he will understand. They're unbearable, in Julie's experience. Preachy and very self-righteous. No fun at all.

Her grin shows teeth, and she holds the bars between them at waist level, nails clinking softly against the iron. She wonders if she'll get out before she needs her manicure redone. Surely this magic bullshit is capable of a gel fill. ]

Oh, I know it. When I get out, you'll come with me and my people, we'll figure out how to make this Medieval Times nonsense into some real fun. And you should definitely meet Mr. Flagg.

[ None of what she said is phrased like it's optional. She's used to just adding people to the entourage. ]