"I just got here three days past," Bonnie said, running her fingertip experimentally over the ridged wood of the table top. Her gaze was hungry as it looked out at the bar, taking in all the things she had seen before at home. "So they just sell things to drink here?" she asked curiously, and she only stayed seated because she got the feeling Jane wouldn't approve of her going to touch the bottles behind the bar. "Why does one of us have to pay, but the other don't?"
She looked over at Jane then. "You ever seen books do that? Do you have an ability to speak of?"