Ezra cleared her throat, her cheeks flushing pink. “Anyway, who do you think will win the first race?” “Obviously Jetson Geto,” Peanut declared unilaterally. “And why is that obvious?” Ezra asked curiously. Bev sighed. “Now you’ve done it.” A wide grin spread across Peanut’s face. “I’m glad you asked, Lady Ezra. You see—”
Missed opportunity for a SAO Abridged reference
