"I seem to recall being the headliner on this particular tour." Excuse you, Triangle Head. "Doesn't matter. You have a problem with the food, take it up with our managers."

She's already practicing on the keytar, strumming and testing the strings and chords with practiced precision in her fingers.

"Not that it matters. You know those sunflower seeds are sprayed with chemicals, don't you?"

Miss-I-Need-My-Food-To-Be-Totally-Unblemished-In-Every-Way.