"It is kind of weird." She hunched her shoulders up and kicked the wall of the counter a little with her combat boot. "But fascinating when you realize just how far back these kinds of studies go. Nostrodamus. Ben Franklin even if you wanted to go more towards a Masonic bend."
Her gravy fries were delivered with very little fanfare and thinly veiled disgust. She nabbed one as she answered. "Twenty three." Twenty five.