Penelope grinned. "I am. You think a baby Quintaped is scarier than a full-grown manticore?" she asked wonderingly. She doubted it, though she was a little bit nervous about actually getting the beast to the one island where it and its fellow Quintapeds lived in peace.
"Excellent. Can't go after dangerous animals on an empty stomach." Pen waved the waiter over and ordered french toast with strawberries. As long as she was eating out, she might as well order something she was terrible at making correctly. "How many are there going to be assisting?"