"Greed's only a vice when you're taking from a limited and nonrenewable pool, and around here we have as much as we can want."

"That's the hottest thing I've ever heard. I'm gonna put that claim to the test to the very extent that my pathetic twig stomach can."

"Gods willing you'll catch up to me soon."

Raven pats her own tummy.

"Maybe we can share clothes. I've never really given a shit about fashion, partially due to being nerd-butch but also partially because I don't see much point in adorning such a sad, bony body."

"Oh, I don't know, I had lots of fun dressing up William. But I can save doing the same for you until you have some nice curves to decorate. And femme doesn't have to mean uncomfortable or impractical, though I'm sure Gwen would say that's easy for me to say as someone whose primary means of fighting is magic."

"That's the other thing. Fatness has always appealed to me because it's a kind of femininity that isn't dainty and weak and haunted by the specter of submission to men even when you as an individual aren't literally doing so."

"I have to admit, I hadn't really thought of it in that way. Curves just appeal to my cavewoman brain, is all."

"Same, but like, particularly they appeal in a way where size is power and power is hot, in addition to being feminine. In a world where those two things are traditionally opposites, I'm so happy to finally be somewhere where they go hand in hand."

"Heh, privileges of being Amazon. I've never questioned it."

"Guess you need to check your privilege, shitlady." 

"Were you even old enough to be on the Internet when that was a thing people said?"

"Yes! I was a lonely autistic kid from a broken home in a rural shithole, but my mom let me have unrestricted internet access, so I had nothing better to do than be a child soldier in the geek feminism wars."

"I feel like I already know the answer, but...a soldier for which side?"