"A gradual thing? So, I'll be like the frog that doesn't know he's in trouble if the water boils slowly? Except I won't realize I'm being spoiled rotten?" Abigail was joking, of course. On her face was a bright smile at the prospect of being loved and spoiled. She had that from Will, but from Finn, it was different. Romantic. "Good idea. Hannibal tried to keep different kinds of currency around for the doors, but that's hard to do."