I blinked.
"...What?"
She didn't wait.
"No--wait--if I was a worm but also a time traveler. Like, a hot worm. With a tiny leather jacket."
I stared at her, trying to make sense of any of that.
"Don't overthink it," she warned, slapping my arm like I was on a quiz show. "Answer now."
"... Sure," I said. "You'd be the hottest worm in history."
She beamed. "Correct. You may proceed."
Then she gasped, like something horrifying had just occurred to her.
"Oh my God. Do you think raccoons have secret societies?"
Tang snorted from the front seat. Sawyer choked on his own laugh.
"Did she say raccoons?" Tang asked.
"She did," I muttered.
"She's gonna start talking about raccoon presidents in five--four--"
"--Three!" Cecilia shouted triumphantly. "President Peanut! King of the Alley!"
