But it’s not justice that they’re mostly concerned with, it’s division of the loot. - Django Wexler

Patience, my friend.
"I'm not your friend. And I'm not patient."

Alice scooped the cat into her arms and planted a kiss on his fuzzy forehead.
“What was that for?” Ashes sputtered. “What have I ever done to deserve that?”
“I wanted to say thank you,” Alice said, putting him on the ground. “For everything.”
“Yes, well. Far be it from me to dispute my own heroism,” Ashes muttered. “But proper thanks should involve tuna.”

But—though she was not an expert on cats—she was fairly certain that they did not, as a rule, snicker.