Charlie shrugged. “Ms. Bitterling said she would but I dont know what she’ll pay us in. Oh, I hope its food... I’m starving...” she grumbled. Money was something their business needed. They didnt get paid often unless one of Charlies trinkets were sold or when they solved something minor. Hopefully, Ms. Bitterling would pity the two and give them a handsome tip.

“Whatever, lets just go to bed. I wanna sleep for the next few days. Or weeks.” Charlie yawned and headed into her room to go change into her pajamas and sleep off the bad decisions made that night.*