“It was a pleasure, Enna, Finn, tree rat.""Did she just call you tree rat?”

“Finn always called it Enna's Stream. He tended to refer to most anything as belonging to her--Enna's Meadow, Enna's Mountain. When he referred to Yasid as Enna's Kingdom, she said, "Isn't that your heart?"Finn smiled and kissed her hand. Isi rolled her eyes."Oh you two are impossible."Enna laughed. "This coming from the girl who calls her husband 'sweet little bunny boy'?"Isi blushed. "That was just once.”

“Did you bring me a rat?""He has no time for rats, George.""No time for rats? That's just sad.”

“Just a rat, she repeated to herself. After all, there were rats in the palace. Human and otherwise. Could be worse.”

“Finn, do you see the lias—whatever, the orange-haired girl?” Razo Gestured ahead. “Do you think she’s pretty?”Finn glanced Dasha’s way, then returned his attention ot his horse. “She’s all right.”“Really? Just all right?”Finn shrugged.Razo rolled his eyes. “What am I saying? He doesn’t think any girl is pretty but Enna.”“Are there any girls but Enna?” Finn called back.“There’d better be.”

“Hello George. Hey Martha (Percy) Did you bring us a rat? (George) George, stop it!He's busy! (Martha) Too busy for rats? That's just sad. (George)”