"Where's the fire?" yells Pete from a corner, mouth full of bacon butty. "Geez anyone would think Jay's demanded a pound of flesh." Pete looks down at his grease-spattered paunch, thinking that may not be such a bad thing.
"10% aint so bad. I don't understand what all the fuss is about! What're you gonna do with all that money anyway? Me, gimme the occasional fresh pair of reginalds and an upside-down constellation to navigate by, and I'm a happy chappy--"
Pete cuts off abruptly as Cay shoots him a stare that could freeze the Barrier over. Pete decides his mouth would be better served wrapped round his bacon butty....