"This and that," Eugene replied airily. "Gold, jewels, rare artifacts, the hearts of fair maidens...that sort of thing. It gets me by." Or it used to. Now the words felt hollow and unfamiliar, like he was playacting even more than usual. Being Flynn Rider wasn't as comfortable a lie as it had been before meeting Rapunzel.

Not that Lingo...whatsit needed to know that.

"What sort of sciences? Botany, geography, astrology?" That was a science, right?