“Entertainment,” Handy said simply with more confidence than he honestly felt. “I bet you I could kick that unicorn’s flank in under three minutes,” Handy said, jabbing the palm of his left hand with his right index finger for emphasis. The dogs murmured to themselves but Rex looked upwards, rubbing his chin. He glanced about the room, then down to the bits his dogs had been gambling over, and smiled a vicious smile.