"Nah, just figured it would be something along those lines 'cause who else is gonna keep us fed," she said with a shrug. Madison loved being right. "And asking me to farm? Ew. Not happening." She had a horrifying mental picture of the ancient American Gothic painting with herself as the plain, pinched-mouth female and shuddered.

"...where have I heard that name before? I guess it'll come to me someday, but I do like light shows." Shh, don't mention practicality to her, she's busy fantasizing about something pretty.