Gansey's disdain crackled in his middle; it sent flames leaping up to the back of his throat. How had they come to this? If Ronan and Gansey were so far on the outs that Gansey had to ask something like this of Kavinsky, wasn't the little shit getting exactly what he'd wanted. Some of Kavinsky's priorities must have changed since they'd left, or Blue and Adam wouldn't bother defending him like they occasionally did. Gansey reminded himself again to try and see Darrow as a place where people found peace.

"I need you to dream me an item -- it is somewhat complex in nature. I trust you'd be up to the task." What Gansey trusted was that if his luck was what it had been in Henrietta, gravity would smash that smug prick right off of that chair and onto his ass. No such luck there.

"I am in the market for a robotic bee. I have detailed schematics of a technological replica that caused unintended side-effects. I can also answer any questions you may have about aesthetic and functionality." He did not give up these things just yet. The whole revelation was something like an opening gambit. He continued with a preemptive, "your commentary is not required. Tell me: what might something like this cost?"