"Yeah," I say, still a little disbelieving. I need someone I can talk to, is the thing, and while Valkyrie might be pushy with her picnics, she's not someone I'm about to unload on -- not with the kind of baggage I'm lugging around.

I need Mary Jane.

But barring that, having a reminder to eat every once in a while isn't going to kill me.

"You know, we should really eat this before it gets cold."