"Cool," said Summer, "good for her. Fucking slay, queen. Still not immune to Force brain rot, though."

Good luck getting her to budge on that one when she's literally just got fucking pancakes branded into her skin.

"And you should lean into that, then," she said. "It's much more relatable. Or I don't know, find a way to work all of your weird quirks into it. A name that resonates for the whole band, not just the spaceman."