"It wouldn't be if there were decent food options!" Quintet is quick with the retort, "Let's see you do better."

No one's in their best mood when they're hungry. And tired. And sore-mouthed. And a talking cat? No, Pidge, you're not hallucinating. And as soon as you get that package open, she'll be a nicer one.

"Hey, thanks guy," Her gratitude is almost an afterthought, but genuine enough, "Writing would be easier, at least. Most people with forelimbs like that can't fight, though-- not really."