'Plucky' was an old-people word, one that Sam always heard as a kid and didn't really understand. But for some reason, she wanted to ascribe it to Scrappy now. In a good sort of way.

She found herself smiling. Not exactly a full-on, real smile. But something slightly to the left of it. "They still have some surprises. If I had any money, I'd bet you that if you stay here a year or so, something they manage to cook up will surprise you."

Big if, though. The turnover was surprisingly steady.

"But," she continued, "if it's fighting that you enjoy, I'd suggest looking for my friend Danny. He runs the Dojo."