Yeah, I'm not fashionably tardy, I'm just straight-up late.
In honor of the IDF, some pages from the last couple issues of MADAME XANADU, in which we learn a thing that would never in a million years have even occurred to me which nonetheless makes more than perfect sense the moment it's there.
This series jumps eras a lot, intertwining WWII adventures with Jack the Ripper and Marco Polo via flashback. Our plot thread of interest involves what Mme X was doing during the Spanish Inquisition.
I read these pages and thought to myself, "I can't be reading this right. Can I?"
ZOMG, I totally was. :D :D :D
Then in issue #12:
For all its incidental treatment and utter tameness I actually think I like this scene better; it's about Marisol having meaning to her, about their relationship being the underlying foundation of her life here rather than just a thing she does among all the other things she's doing. It's all going to end horribly of course - if Marisol doesn't die a hideous fiery death before the storyarc is out I'll be genuinely shocked - but this makes it seem... honest, I guess, rather than cheap and hollow as such things usually are.