" Once they were all checked in, LeRoy ushered them back out to the plaza. He clapped twice. “Work begins now!”
Unsure, the Juniors clutched their strange glass scythes and stared at one another, then at Uncle Mort.
“You heard the man!” he shouted in an uncharacteristically jubilant voice. “Go reap some souls—you know you want to! Group hug!”
He gathered them up into a tight, almost crushing embrace. “Not a word out loud about this until I say so,” he hissed. “Or I will Damn you myself.”
He let them go and waved. “Have fun, champs! "

― Gina Damico , Scorch (Croak, #2)