"Or they have something," she dropped her voice and wiggled her fingers in the air, "really, really horrible planned for me, and are keeping me around for that."

The muffin was almost gone; she dropped the last, and let the sparrows have their way with it. "It hasn't been too difficult so far. You and Howard had the harder part, running around that sandy soundstage with the animatronic dinosaurs. I get to be the clothes horse."

She rolled her eyes. "At least they don't have me whining for my AI quite so much. Let's hope they never cast him."