"You know you can get those things in books too," she says witheringly, turning her head sharply so her braid flounces off her shoulder. "You'd like the Narnia series. It's about evil witches and kids doing magic and battles at sea, shit like that—

"Though," amending, softening as they reach the bottom of the staircase and Abby angles her feet toward the dining hall, "Guess it doesn't matter. Can't get them here anyway."

She sighs heavily, like this is the worst thing in the world.