"The works of the universe's greatest artists, and a crummy piece of folded paper by Bernice Summerfield. I'm sure everyone would have a great deal of fun with that."

Benny made a face, pulling her legs back underneath her. Benny watched him inspecting the flower, feeling self-conscious about her lousy attempt at art.

"You don't have to be so rude about it. It wasn't that bad for a first attempt. Not all of us can be experts like The Great Irving Braxiatel."