“Then why do you look so pissed off?” Lili asks. “Me?” “Mm-hmm.” Lili peers into the screen, tapping herlip. “Yes, I’d say you are . . . cloudy . . . with an eighty percent chance of precipitation.” “Is this a weather report for my face?” “Ooh. Possible thunderstorms. Flooding, tornadoes. We suggest you take cover immediately.”
