"And I hope your aim is always true! But I've gone out looking for food I knew would be terrible, from sheer sentimental attachment to a place--have you never? So charitably, I like to think the Quality Burger is dear to someone's heart."

Well. All right. Bossuet adds the map book to his heap and hefts his lance again. "Tell me what you think I owe you, and I'll try to invent a currency?"