“Oh, I bet he does,” Josephine said, and waggled her eyebrows.
Frederica sighed and said, “You’re terrible.”
“Come on, you walked right into that one.”
“Whatever you say,” Frederica replied, and turned back to Griffith. “At least now you can appreciate just how much worse I could’ve turned out.”
“I don’t think there was ever much chance of that happening,” Griffith said, and winked.
Josephine laughed and nudged Frederica with her elbow.
“Y’all are just jealous.”
“Yeah, that must be it,” Frederica said.
She plucked a piece of calamari from Josephine’s plate and popped it into her mouth.
“Hey, I have another question,” Nila said, turning to Josephine. “What happens if you turn off your own powers? It’s kind of a paradox, right?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure my head would explode,” Josephine replied.
“Only one way to find out,” Frederica said with a smirk.
“You’d just love to get in here, wouldn’t you?” Josephine said, tapping the side of her head. “I did try it once, though. Got a nasty migraine for my effort. Sort of like when you and Angela tried to read each other’s minds.”
“Who?” Griffith asked.
“Our older sister,” Frederica replied. “She’s like me.”
“Only about a hundred times cooler,” Josephine added.
“I don’t know about a hundred,” Frederica said.
“Dude, she’s saved, like, a million lives,” Josephine said. “She played bass for Dragonfire at Madison Square Garden. She’s got an alternate-future cyborg time clone who’s currently traveling the universe with a green-skinned space pirate. A hundred is being conservative.”
“Well, when you put it that way….”
“Did… did all that really happen?” Griffith asked.
“Actually, yes,” Frederica said. “As much as it sounds like she’s making shit up as she goes along.”