“Uh huh, it’s what I get paid in, remember?” she said, settling in with a blanket thrown over her as she lay across from her sister who, somehow, had gotten her claws on a rather ratty-looking book of some sort. To anygriffon with any coin in their purses, the book was probably worthless, but she felt a pit develop in her stomach when she imagined how much Amelia had to pay to get her claws on something like that. “So… new book?”