What work? she said with a blank look, as if she routinely sat on a satin pillow and had people hand-feed her grapes, as if it weren't borderline offensive to everyone here forced to put in hours of hard labor each day. It was so reminiscent of something Dario would have said during their postulant days, back when he was going the extra mile to be prickish, that Jess almost had to wonder if Raven and Dario weren't long-lost cousins. Or maybe Raven, from the future, was actually his descendant.

Dario's descendants. Wasn't that a terrifying prospect. They'd probably live up to their forebear and still be talking down to Jess' descendants a thousand years from now.

Stopping to lean against the door, Jess said airily, "Oh, you know, busy schedule of knocking on doors begging for food. Then I have plans to walk around aimlessly for a while." Exactly what the useless scrubber Dario had once believed him to be would say. "There's also preparing for another earthquake. Someone has to do it."