" The old woman said something and thrust the bowl into my hands. I looked to Argus. “What am I supposed to do?”
“You had a mind of your own last time we talked. What do you think you’re supposed to do?” he countered.
“You’re helpful.” My words were bitter with sarcasm, but nothing on earth was half as bitter as that bowl of herbal brew. "

― Esther M. Friesner , Nobody's Prize (Nobody's Princess, #2)