Warren Worthington III

"Because any place that farms children out for labor might also be a warm and inviting home for children," Karla snarked. "I bet no one here has ever said 'Please, sir, may I have some more,' either."

Maybe she could make Raven the head of all orphanages in Glacia and let them all conform to her exacting standards. Yes. As soon as they got home, that was what she was doing. And schedule a midnight tour of all the homes in Sidra, like a surprise inspection kind of thing.

"Maybe if we bring you home with us, we'll make you our personal children's home inspector," she mused. "You go into them, scope them out, and then report back to us what they don't want us knowing."

"Lady! You'd send me away to one of them places? After all I done for you?"

Karla snorted. "As if you wouldn't have three ways out scoped not ten minutes after you were sent in. Not counting the ones I can teach you."

Nyles looked intrigued in spite of himself. "Yeah, like what?"

Which was when Karla leaned forward, stuck her hand through Warren's chest, and waved.

"Neat! Can I try?"

"No!" They yelled in unison.