"Stoics are the guys who figured out the Noble Truths on their own, right?" Saturday nods. "Zero -Zeno." She'd heard Maggie correcting her almost as soon as she said it. "Smart guy. Shame he never made it far enough East."

Poor guy - Ronan's face has no idea how to smile. Saturday feels a stir of sympathy despite herself; a lot of things can be smoothed over with a winning grin. She demonstrates as she slings one arm over the back of the chair, crossing her legs.

"My turn. I'm a physical adept, my favorite color is black, and my best friend has a miniature dragon for a pet."