It's not my plan, you dick-goblin. It's a suggestion. One anyone can take and ride with. Hell, I hope they all do. Fifty different little villages popping up would be better than this East meets West bullshit.

[She knew he was needling at her, but functions like this always had her on edge. It reminded her too much of Trish's mom rubbing how much she didn't belong in her face. 'Look at the little grungy stray we picked up and rescued. Even after a bath, she's still trash.'

God, she hated that woman.]