Brooke blinked. These foods were not her kind of thing. Her sort of Mexican cuisine was something generally less apt to spill onto her designer skirt.

Then again, in the name of friendship and all that.

Gingerly, she unwrapped a soft taco filled with roasted calabaza, grilled portobello mushrooms, charred brussels sprouts, and ancho-marinated chicken breast strips and took a bite. It was delicious, of course. Brooke only catered from the best.

She chewed thoughtfully for a moment before directing her attention back to Aramis. "So you're the wise one." Which wasn't to say that the others were stupid, but they each had their strengths. "What do you make of your situation?"