"You were in such close connections with the mafia that you felt comfortable making a joke with them? Who are you?"
"He has feathers," she countered, following him. "You know who else had feathers? Dinosaurs. He's in the land where dead things live. You know who's dead? Dinosaurs."
"You don't know that. You weren't around when the dinosaurs were," she responded, an easy grin crossing her mouth.