"Luna. Luna! Guess what?" Rolf beamed, waving a letter in front of her too quickly to read.
"Crumple-Horned Snorkack sighting?" she responded immediately.
"Not that exciting," he sighed. "But it's an owl from Spudmore at the publishers', Scouting Through Scandinavia is in the black. Finally worth the expense of the Norwegian detour."
"We're fine as far as money goes," she said dubiously.
"I know. But...it's nice to know that I can justify it to them, to myself. Make a profit under my first name, not just my last."
"Oh," said Luna. "Yes."