"Your wardrobe is not boring. I don't know what she's talking about." Franklin replied with a laugh. He always thought Katie was immaculately dressed. Even when she wasn't, actually. "I can't imagine being in Hollywood. It's hard enough being recognized in Westchester sometimes."

The first course arrived, a delicate broth with a perfectly cooked lobster ravioli inside it. Behind the scenes, the food had been subtly enhanced by the chef, who had a mutant power to impart memories through sensory experiences. Tasting this course would bring images of a quiet, beautiful seaside New England town, where the seafood came from.

It was nearly as breathtaking as Katie was. "... that's incredible." Franklin's eyes went a little wide.