One of the nicer things about New York--this neighborhood, anyway--was that mutants didn't raise too many eyebrows. She knew that, technically, Ahsoka was not a mutant, but Molly's world had a term for a girl with superpowers, red skin, and blue hair, and that word was "mutant." Even if Molly had to admit that "Jedi" was probably about twenty times cooler.
Molly waved her over just as she was being handed her bun. "I got us a cinnamon bun. I thought we could share it, 'cause I can only eat a half of one on my own." Which was not technically true, but it sounded better than I can eat it myself, and then vomit. "How're you?"