Voodoo smirks. "Maia doesn't even bother with the TLC. Watch this. Maia, ten-letter word, two Os, 'not a woodpecker, but...'"

"'Peckerwood'," Maia responds, idly examining her claws. "Or, you know, you could just write in your name. It's not like anyone can tell the difference."

"See? No respect." He motions to a nearby waitrat. "Get this man a sandwich. My tab." He looks to Eli. "You preferential about the kind?"