The Boss made a humming noise. “I guess?” she said before looking up and sighing. The Boss was really dramatic that way. “All this information is . . . piecemeal? It’s not set in a straightforward way, I guess.”

“What’s that mean?” Teddy asked. Information was . . . knowledge and stuff. It couldn’t be straight or crooked or anything like that, as far as she knew. Maybe the Boss was being metaphorical again.

“I mean . . . um, there’s a lot of little bits and pieces of . . . data? But it’s not organized. When you open a textbook, things are all neat, and when you look something up, it’s usually made to be easy to understand, or at least find. But we kind of just . . . took everything.”

“Yeah, okay,” Teddy said. “But we did good, right?”

“I-I don’t know,” Boss said. She looked over her shoulder as if she could see the coffee shop from where they were, but it was a couple of streets back already. “What we did back there, that was illegal. So illegal. We used a power to threaten someone. Before that, well, at least I had never used my power for anything. They could have accused me of being a . . . V-word, but not of any crimes.”

“Yeah, but he was a capitalist,” Teddy said.

“I-I guess,” the Boss said. “I mean, he tried to extort us, but the right thing to do would have been to call the police, right?”

“Nah, you did okay, Boss,” Teddy reassured. She squeezed the Boss’s hand to make her feel better. “We even completed a quest.”

The Boss blinked a few times, then her eyes wiggled through the air as if reading something. “Oh no,” she said.

Teddy’s smile faltered and failed. “What’s wrong, Boss?”

“I-I didn’t mean to complete any quests,” the Boss said. “If I do the wrong ones, I’ll be stuck as a . . . V-word for a long time.” She pulled out her phone and scrolled over to a chart that Teddy couldn’t quite make out. “I . . . think that to move up the morality thing, I need to only do certain kinds of quests?”

The Boss sounded really unsure to Teddy, so the girl slowed down and tugged Emily’s sleeve down so that she could see the picture on her phone.

The chart was nice enough, with small words that Teddy knew already. It was also dead wrong. “Yeah, most of that’s not right, Boss,” Teddy said as she let go of the Boss’s sleeve.

“P-pardon?”

Teddy waved at the phone. “Those moralities. Some of them are wrong.”

“How do you know?” the Boss asked.

Teddy puffed out her chest some more. “’Cause I do,” she said.

“You mean, like something you were, uh, born knowing? Because you’re a summon?” Boss asked.