“When I’m rich,” Jesper said behind him. “I’m going someplace I never have to see snow again. What about you, Wylan?” “I don’t know exactly.” “I think you should buy a golden piano—” “Flute.” “And play concerts on a pleasure barge. You can park it in the canal right outside your father’s house.” “Nina can sing,” Inej put in. “We’ll duet,” Nina amended. “Your father will have to move.”
