Scientist and smart fellow learner-of-stuff, want to do samurai-monster training with us? We intend to become dangerous.

- Estamos jugando a pedir tres deseos. Los míos son un pastel, un baño caliente y una cama mullida. ¿Y tú qué quieres?
- La paz en el mundo.
- Sí, santa Karou.
- La cura para el cáncer. Y unicornios para todos.
- Bah. Nada arruina este juego como el altruismo. Tiene que ser algo para ti, y si no incluye comida, es mentira.
- He incluido comida. He dicho unicornios, ¿no?
- Mmmm. ¿Tienes antojo de unicornios? Espera. ¿Los hay aquí?
- Lamentablemente no.
- Los había, pero Karou se los comió todos.
- Soy una voraz depredadora de unicornios.

We’re playing Three Wishes,” she told her friend. “Cake, hot bath, soft bed. How about you?”
“World peace,” said Karou.
Zuzana rolled her eyes. “Yes, Saint Karou.”
“Cure for cancer,” Karou went on. “And unicorns for all.”
“Bluh. Nothing ruins Three Wishes like altruism. It has to be something for yourself, and if it doesn’t include food, it’s a lie.”
“I did include food. I said unicorns, didn’t I?”
“Mmm. You’re craving unicorn, are you?” Zuzana’s brow furrowed. “Wait. Do they have those here?”
“Alas, no.”
“They did,” said Mik. “But Karou ate them all.”
“I am a voracious unicorn predator.

World peace for dinner," mused Mik, scratching his beard stubble. "Does that come with fries?"

"It freaking better," said Zuzana. "Or I will send it freaking back.

You are a conniving, deceitful hussy. I stand in awe."
"You're sitting."
"I sit in awe.

Tienes razón. Muy aburrida. Empezaré a coleccionar sellos. Eso es interesante, ¿no?
- No. A menos que te los vayas a pegar por el cuerpo y los utilices como ropa.