"If I answered honestly, you might not climb on," Bennu replied, mounting the bike himself. "You got someplace to be, by the way?"

She kept looking at her watch, or talking about the time. Maybe working in a clock shop made people a little....cuckoo.

Someone should really stop him, Bennu mused. The world would never know how blessed it was he kept a good portion of his brilliance to himself. A brilliance miser. That was him.