Redhawk Caldera Magic is costly. You take what you didn't earn, but you pay for it.

It was like talking to a brick wall. There was no way of getting Reyes to see her point of view, much less relent to it. Towhee growled in frustration, the noise carrying on through the entirety of his own tirade, riddled with insults. She bared her teeth, not that it seemed to have any effect whatsoever.

We would be better off without you, she thought viciously, because you are fucking unstable! Her tongue lashed as she fully prepared to launch these barbs at him, when Reyes said something that made Towhee freeze and squint harder than ever.

He hadn't mentioned an escort when he'd pitched the idea originally. To be fair to her, the possibility hadn't occurred to her in all the internal and external conflict. Maybe it was odd to strike a compromise smack dab in the middle of a heated, screaming argument, but suddenly Towhee realized that they might've incidentally stumbled onto a middle ground.

Ignoring the implication behind the "obviously," Towhee said, "If the kids are always accompanied by a chaperone, one hundred percent of the time, while visiting you in Brecheliant, then..."