Kamala points finger guns in her direction. "Oh, I've got you on that! We'll start with Smash Brothers. It's the ultimate test of how well you handle losing." She is already imagining which member of the party will break the controller.

Now she's picturing people puking. Her nose wrinkles. "Oh, my God! I can never go there. I love food too much. I'll just keep going back and expecting things to be different!"