Emma Carstairs and Anders Johnson
"Ooooh." Emma nodded, attempting to look more knowledgeable than she really was. Crap. Where was Julian? Julian would know all about poetry and could be able to sniff out whether this guy was BSing or not. Here in Madison, you couldn't just dismiss wild claims, because the slick looking player in front of you really could be some Norse poetry god.
"Huh. What are your powers?" She was more curious than disdainful.