"Hummm," Jupiter breathes a heavy puff of air that blows stray curls out of her face. She examines their options, slaps her palm over the face on the soccer ball, and then seems to come to an epiphany: "Oh! It's gotta be the bludger, right? Claude loves losing teeth."

Before she's even stopped talking, Jupiter is scaling the scene again, trying to get to that great big metal boulder in the sky.