. . . thanks to another ebook sale.
Over drinks in the hangar after their flight, Ratty admires Lily without her green balaclava. His gaze travels from her spectacularly utile fingernails to the picture in his mind's eye and back again.
Lily explains that if she seems a little nervous now and then, it's probably because she's the first Pink Fairy Armadillo to voluntarily travel more than a mile or two from the Argentinean grassland tunnels that are her home.
I'm relieved to know that the rat above is not this unfortunate rat.