"Ms. Altizer's has gotta be at least half red, half dark pink, right?" Jupiter slaps the hammock they're reclined in, setting them both to bouncing precariously. A bunch of rainbow sprinkles fall out of her bowl and rain down on the people below them. She whips her head around as though in search of something. "Damn, wish I had binoculars. Or Freya. Freya's always got binoculars."

Unable to immediately track down a spying apparatus, she sits back, again. "How many times you think Sarah-Jane's been divorced?" Jupiter scoops up some wasabi ice cream from Kermit's bowl and pops it into her mouth as though it's nothing. "No man's really good enough for her."