"As long as anyone not myself does the yoga I am happy," Aramis replies, leaning forward to regard Athos. "That is a difficult question to answer. If you mean the food itself, we procure it at a place they call a supermarket. Everything you could ever wish for and more besides may be found there, and there are many in Darrow. If you mean the coin by which we purchase it..."

Aramis looks to Porthos, as helpless on this subject as ever. "We have accounts. Once monthly, more funds appear from some unknown source, as mysteriously as we ourselves appeared here. It is not much, but it is enough to live on. Better than our commissions, even, though Porthos and I find work when we desire something more expensive."