“Your kite, milady?"She curtsied and handed it to him. "Why, thank you, Sir Tucker. Take care, though. The fabric is wont to snag.”

“Sir Tucker,” I say suddenly, interrupting Angela.“Yeah?”“I believe the correct response is, ‘yes, Your Majesty,”

“They will base that judgment on whatever the status of your escort and manners are.""Escort and manners?" Tucker scoffed. "What good are manners? 'I'm sorry sir, for stealing your change.'"Vivian jerked the girl's arm sharply. "No more of that, Tucker. The stealing or the attitude.”

“She took a sip of the coffee and then said, “Manna. Thank you, Sir.”“Now I really do know how to punish you.”She curled both hands around the mug. “You wouldn’t take away my coffee!”“Only if I feared for my life,” he said, carrying food to the table.”

“Tucker: "But she gave me the perfect gift."Clara: "What?"Tucker: "You.”

“Be thankful for your allotment in an imperfect world.  Though better circumstances can be imagined, far worse are nearer misses than you probably care to realize.”