"'Kay. That's a fair point," she concedes easily. She did it once and that's all that matters, really. She bites into a loaf with a crackly, crumbly topping, catching the crumbs in her hand so she can funnel them into her mouth instead of letting them fall anywhere. What she really wants is about five gallons of water to chug, mouth dry as all get-out, but she doesn't have five gallons of water. She has pastries and the munchies.

"Have you met our tallest recruit?"