"Wilder? You have a snow rat ragamuffin, Wolverine's daughter, and the one who organized the shelter thing the other weekend." She paused. "They're uncouth."

Another pause, as she helped herself to more sashimi. The maitre d' was right. This did taste ridiculously fresh.

"We should take them to La Tomatina," she finally said. "Well, you know, if I wasn't in danger of being brutally attacked by them."