"You asked, I turned over the cards, look for yourself. And we grew up on the Isle, no one really cared what we learned unless it aided a plot to take over Auradon."

"Says the daughter of our former esteemed headmaster," Jay said with mock respect, snorting.

"Hey, if dad cared more you lot wouldn't have been able to bribe him into ignoring you sneaking into the restricted library."

"He was hoping Mal would get herself killed."

"Oh probably."