That's pretty cool. I bet with that kinda skill you could have this whole place under your thumb if you wanted to. I mean, I wake up with a walking volcano and seven months later he still doesn't listen to me! What a jerk, huh?

[But she speaks with an odd fondness in her tone. She may not get along with Diet Cola or approve of his activities, but there have definitely been times she's considered herself lucky to have him around.]

I'm not really made for raising animals or doing circus-y things, anyway. I'm a [coded] born racer!