"That's true," Anthony's head tilted appraisingly as he admired the south end of a north bound angel who was too busy digging around in that jumbled up bin to notice, "Raciest drawings you'll find are scrawled across school desks."

His conviction on that never wavered until he looked at the apron, then at Fell, then back at the apron with his lip curling into an unimpressed snarl...

"Pink with ruffles? Do I look like a pink with ruffles to you?"