“We’re small, salty balls, floating in a bag. Once we’re torn into, we’ll fly everywhere, getting under the seats and lost between people’s shoes. And no one cares. No one’s gonna go searching for a peanut.” I shook Cain, trying to make him understand. “But Ethan and Roary are cashews. The premium nut. The kind of nut you go searching for, the kind you blow the fluff off of when you find it on the floor so you can still eat it. But we’re peanuts, fang boy, peanuts!”
