Jay made a pincering motion with his forefinger and thumb. "Would I have to raise my pinkie while using a toothpick that would get lost on my big fingertips?"

He grinned. "C'mon, Arma-Sterling." Which of Ree's codename choices the big, green goober preferred was now common knowledge. Even if he did remember to correct himself.

"Time to cannonball onto someone's head. Last Avenger out smells like Boo's crate after enchilada night."