"I think it's okay that you paint your nails but Michael said it's an affront to God. I think it's pretty... but I--I don't--" He didn't want to upset God, he even looked up as if he had said something wrong and God was coming to smite him. When nothing happened, he swallowed hard and looked at Barty's hand curiously.

"What do you study?" He knew Barty was a smart boy who studied, it was really cool of him. "Charles said you were smart."