Wrath is totally sane. Never doubt her. And she likes big boys, okay. Like all sane people.

Once her half-finished chocolate ice cream has been successfully handed to Maine, Wrath heads inside to grab a little thing of sweet cream, which she brings back out. She's walking slowly, but she figures Maine can manage to be patient for that, or he would have volunteered to come in himself.

"Okay, here we go. Let's see if she likes this any better."