Feast of Scraps

He shot Homer a sharp glare.

Useless.

Homer shrank under that look, a little aggrieved.

Raul snorted under his breath. "Jace's clearly playing it cool. Yeah, he's strong, but we can't look too eager right now. Otherwise, they'll have us wrapped around their finger."

Homer suddenly got it. He rolled his eyes. "Wow, look at you. Acting smart. I could've figured that out myself. I didn't need you to