Someone raised their hand in the abject darkness.
Oh, wait. The lights had come up.
Someone raised their hand in the fleeting darkness. “Question for you, Prodigy. If you were offered a deal where you could have the superpower of your choice, but would never be remembered, would you take it?”
Prodigy thought for a moment. “Uh, YEAH! I mean, who needs people anyway? I’d make myself able to fly and just fly around having a grand old time in the clouds and I’d never have to explain because no one would remember me.”
Someone else raised their hand.
“Okay, stop it with the hand raising,” Raven snapped irritably. “We’re not in school.”
Prodigy looked at her. “You annoy me occasionally, Raven.”
Raven glared in response.
Tricky M.B. cleared her throat, hand still in the air. “Who the Hell is Bucky?”
Prodigy looked at her and blinked. “Not a clue. Next?”
“You hate marmite?!?!?!” Rose Weasley shouted from the back.
Prodigy shrugged the best she could through the ropes. “Well, I’ve never actually had it. ‘Yeast extract’ doesn’t exactly sound appealing. Anyway, from what my fishy captor over here says-”
“I HATE MARMITE!!!!!!” Rod interrupted.
“-I should hate it. I mean, if he hates it more than Bruce Springsteen, it’s gotta be pretty bad. In reality, I just needed a title for this chapter,” Prodigy finished.
“What chapter?” Raven asked. “Are you literally recording this?”
“No,” Prodigy lied.
Oh, wait, she couldn’t lie.
“No, I’m not not not not recording this,” she corrected.
Raven was so confused that she let it drop.
Prodigy looked around. “Come on, people! Pick up the pace. This veritaserum stuff doesn’t last forever.”