Those of you who called it, please take this opportunity to pump your fists in the air and yell “I called it!”

Rosen: Be careful, Lu.

Luthien: Sorry! I didn’t mean to —


Sparrow: Oh, no you don’t! You’re not weaseling your way out of this! . . . Donkeying your way out? That wasn’t a vague “ooh, she seems familiar, but I don’t know from where” or “she just smells good for some reason.”

You meant something specific, and you’re going to tell me what it is!

Rosen: You have an unusual connection to Beings, then?

Sparrow: I sure do, probably!

Rosen: Oy, and Miranda said nothing about it! Such research we could have done, but no!

Luthien: But I didn’t say that because she’s unusual, boss . . .

I said it because she’s Jewish. You are, right?

Sparrow: . . . well, um. I have the nose, and the one year of Hebrew school, and the deep-seated love of arguing. But standing next to you, an Israeli with a heavy accent who spends most of her time doing scholarship in Jerusalem? I’ll be honest, I’m feeling a little insecure in my Jewishness right now.