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Edda let out a soft sound, half approval, half warning. "Good. Do not sell thunder to stupid rich children."
Kel nodded solemnly. "Yes. Only sell thunder to adults with written permission and a down payment."
Fizz popped up between them. "Everyone calm. We will sell practical things. John loves practical things. He is the kind of man who would marry a broom if it swept well."
Orna coughed to hide a laugh.
John gave Fizz a look that could have peeled paint. "I will throw you."
Fizz hovered smugly. "You cannot throw me. I am spiritually aerodynamic."
Gael's tone stayed steady. "How much coin do you have for starting stock."
John hesitated, then answered truthfully. "Not enough."
Gael nodded once. "Fine. We start with labor. Labor is the cheapest thing we own because it is ours."
Orna cracked her knuckles. "I can start tonight."
