User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-27950421-20170302224659/@comment-28358106-20170430021443

Leontyne wrinkles her nose and waves a clawed hand at the strange green cloud. One of her Rocs gets the idea and opens an enormous wing, moving it back and forth slowly, fanning the cloud to the other side of the room. The corners of a few papers lift up in the breeze and Asja places a stapler on them, scowling.

"Thanks, baby," Leontyne says over her shoulder. She turns back to the Tokay. "Well, considering I'm going to be selling them to my...whatsits...constituents, I'm only going to mark them up enough to cover costs of distribution and crap. I'm not making a profit off of my own populace for something they need to stay healthy.  So, whatever it is you charge, sell 'em to me at ten percent markup, and I won't demand tribute for breeding Halks here."