Carla Jean pulls a face, nodding in agreement. She's long since found herself incapable of understanding what any of that is supposed to be about, and if ever there were a time to hope for something like normalcy, at least in ice cream flavors, it's now. Something beet or seaweed flavored isn't likely to do a whole lot of good.

"Here's hopin'," she says, huffing out a laugh. "If not, I'd say that calls for an extra drink."