"I'm not sure if I should apologise? Is that a thing I should do?" She asks Matt.

"It couldn't hurt, but I don't think they need one."

"You didn't hit me, anyway, I was already out."

"I probably would have managed to knock myself out if someone didn't do it."

"I didn't though, right? Knock you out. I feel like I would have noticed that."

"Yeah, you would've noticed. My coordination is below zero, you would've sent me flailing. Batman?"

"Isn't he, I don't know, broody?"

"Yeah, yeah. The Flash, you'll like The Flash."

"He seems more like a Wonder Woman."

"The genre's totally wrong, and I'm trying to stick to the major players."

"Your friend, your funeral."

"Why not the X-Men? There's lots of them, that way you don't have to worry about one character turning me off of comic books."

"Scott, we're not Marvel people, just stop."

"Are we Marvel people, do we really have to stick to one publisher? I didn't know that was a rule..."

"It's an unofficial rule. We can do what we want."

The others have moved back to looking at comic books.

"We can be unofficial rulebreakers then. Are horror comics a thing? Do you have any favourites?"

"Horror comics are a thing. Is that what you want to look at?"

"It's my favourite genre. I don't know, anything creepy and likely to give me interesting dreams is always worthwhile."

He skins the available titles.

"American Vampire? I haven't read it yet, but that just gives us something to do."

"I like the cover! It looks interesting. Though I feel like I should be offended on behalf of werewolves everywhere. Vampires and werewolves being mortal enemies and everything," she jokes.

"That's a lot of responsibility to take on. I don't think you have to represent werewolves everywhere."

Matt grabs a few other books with interesting covers and goes to make their purchase.

"With great power comes great responsibility, and all that."

“See, I’m torn. Spiderman is the one guy I can never resist,” says the boy falling in line behind them with a veritable stack of comic books in his arms.

His friend, also carrying several books, nods vaguely.