Tricky M.B. asked another question. “Do you like chickens?”
“Woah, woah, wait!!” Rod yelled. “Two questions? Is that allowed?” He lowered his voice. “Can I burn her?” he asked hopefully.
Raven rolled her eyes. “They can ask however many questions they want.”
“But I want to bur-”
“You can burn whoever you want,” she said dismissively. “Now answer the question, Prodigy.”
“I like chickens. They’re one of my favorite foods. Alive, they’re a little dirty, but I like their eggs. I also like them when they’re little tiny chicks because that’s pretty cute,” Prodigy said.
Raven glared at her and then yelped. “OW, ROD. What was that for?!”
“You said I could burn whoever I wanted,” Rod said. “I wanted to burn you.”
“Not me, you imbecile!” Raven said, resentfully rubbing her arm.
Rod shrugged. “Should’ve specified.”
“I have a question!” Annabeth Shadownight said. “Do you like Star Wars?”
Prodigy thought. “I don’t dislike Star Wars. However, I’ve never seen all the movies. I like Yoda and R2D2. I’ve certainly heard enough about Star Wars through my brother’s friends, but I can’t say I love it. I’m a die hard Trekkie, and in the war between Star Wars and Star Trek fans, Star Trek gets my vote any day. Kirk, Spock, Picard... you can’t beat that.”