What -- That's -- Hilda rolls her eyes, turning her face away. It's starting to become red, but don't think for a second it's embarrassment: it's definitely, totally anger at the quite frankly insulting statement he's just made.

"I've got plenty of them." Not best-best friends, but friends. "None of 'em like Jaegers the way I do though, and Pigsy doesn't complain or ask if we can, like, talk about something else. I'd be kind of hurt if he did, since he's named after one."