“Okay, let’s say I buy into your science fiction mumbo-jumbo about antimatter lightning,” Jack said. “How do we fix it?”
“I look like Spock to you?” Kate said. “I may know about the stuff, but I’m not a physicist.”
“So, we need a physicist?” I asked.
“Sure, why not? Or a doctor? Or a wizard, for all I know.”
“What about that detective guy?” Nat asked.
“Mark,” Jack said.
“Mike,” I said.
“It’s Matt, you morons,” Kate said.
“Matt and Kate, sitting in a tree,” Jack sang.
Kate scowled. “You want to get slapped again.” It wasn’t a question. “I’m sure you can lose more fillings,” Kate flexed her hand and took a couple of practice swings.
“Sheesh, can’t take a joke.”
“Can we get back on topic? Should we go talk to Matt?” Nat said.
“You know, we don’t need to actually visit someone to talk to them,” Kate pulled out her phone.
“K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Jack whispered out of Kate’s hearing.