"Obviously," he answers with gusto — not in a way that suggests it's commentary about her, so much as the Undeniable Value of Movies Cannot Be Questioned. He huffs out a breath that could be a laugh were it not so absent and distracted. "They're the best. You watched any yet?"

Surely somebody must've sat down with her and threw something on the ol' psychic tube, right? He's prepared to issue divine judgment on exactly what it is she's watched, and by extension, the person who made her watch it.