“Oh, James!” Hestia made a contemplative face. James was a fair fight with Declan, she supposed. The last few times she’d attended they’d both won. “I think I can make six, I’ll have to get someone to watch the front desk for me.”

Shoving a sack of grain across the floor to clear more space, Hestia sighed. “Really, you had to go for the Jinxed Jackrabbit?” She returned to the center of the room, flicking a strand of hair out of her face. “You’re gonna have to pay for that one, you know. Or I could bring flyers advertising discounted meals for all those who bring in a signed flyer from you.” She smirked before squaring up. “Kill two birds with one stone.”