Brighid scowled. “When I said ‘money’ I was speaking metaphorically. I did not mean we are using modern systems of payment.” “Then what’s the buy-in? Not favors to be named later, I hope.” “No, it’s…” She paused, sighed, and rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t my idea, all right? Odin insisted, and it’s all your fault.” “Of course it is. Everything’s my fault.” “We’re using Girl Scout Cookies. One thousand boxes, winner chooses what kind.” “Are you joking with me right now?”
