Cassie didn't mind bolting down her breakfast (migas aside, which she refused to eat in favor of good old fashioned bacon) and was content to take the lead towards the subway entrance. "I doubt it'll be that bad," she said as they descended the stairs underground. "And even if it is, we can make fun fun of it or something." Crafty mom bullshit actually sounded pretty entertaining to Cassie. More entertaining than, say, classic European paintings or art deco whatever the hell. At least crafty mom art might have popsicle sticks.