... Eh. Used to be more of a thing when I was little. [When a certain jackhole was still around, but she's sure as shit not letting that cloud this moment for now.] She still likes to cook and refuses to not get me something at least, so I guess it still exists.

[Good grief, Jonathan. She's raising a brow at him slowly.]

Pretty sure a talking bat would break that whole "veil" shit they're trying to keep between the normal world and whatever the hell this supernatural shit is.