Oh,

right.

Do me a favor.

Roll down your window and complain to one of the evil spacemen about your displeasure with the historical undertones.

I'm just saying.

Wait, hang on.

Celeste! Oh, hey guys! Hey! How's the battle going?

gonna come around this way.

Sure?

Well, we're sitting here on the outskirts of the battlefield, and Trinket has her feet buried in the ground, so is that in position?

I'll let you know when it's time.

No problem.

Uh, so Leif, just all these places I see all around me, cafes, corner stores, they're all like the mountain?