Re: Planning for the future. "Oh, they're not really berries? They're actually cooooones? They aren't really berries, they're cones! Just tell me where you want these berry cones. Oh, they do look like berries."
Shadowcat frowned, honestly at first, then more of a Grumpy Cat-style. "If you're going to so quickly dismiss my vast coniferous knowledge, I would say we're done here," she joked back. Right? Is this... joking? Just kidding, she was a witty, snarky little shit. She pointed, though, to instruct Jimmy, then opened her ears because he was talking about something other than clothes or shoes or pop culture or Troy.
Her head cocked back at the information bomb. "Your father was smart," she said, to start. "Your grandmother sounds really cool," Shadowcat said with a smile, then looked over her shoulder to show it to Jimmy. "I can sympathize with the forced conversion, by the way. But you knew that," the Jew gave an empathetic look before getting back to her COOONES. "Don't they?" she said with a higher-than-normal tone. She then threw a cone at Jimmy's head where he was floating a few yards down from her. "Catholicism is scary," said the ninja conversationally, "and kinda hot." Her nostrils flared, eyes shifting, then she came down from her ladder and hid her head in a box. "You know, in that sort of culty, guilty way," she added, muffled.