"Wonder how long that's been there," Carla Jean said, nose wrinkling as she spoke. Everything, as far as she could tell, had the sense of being somewhat old, but then, she wasn't sure what kind of a gauge that was, either, when at least parts of this whole city had only just appeared here.

Heading over to the shallow end, she took a seat on the edge of the pool and hopped down into it, then looked up at Reggie. "Who in the hell is Scrooge McQuacks?"