"Huh." John thought about it for a second before he answered: "Precogs always come in handy." Helped to know who was going to kick your ass before they actually did so, if that sort of detail was possible. Which it never was. Dammit, what was the whole thing about them being the superior race again? The projections sounded cute, and could be useful as a tactical distraction.

Some of the colour left his face as John realised that he still thought of powers as primarily a offensive or defensive gift, in a tactical, warfare-oriented context. But then doing domestic things like cooking with them had always seemed like a waste.

"You're right," he said after a pause, and cracked a grin. "Totally bizarre." Almost as bizarre as you and me, Drake. "If you see her again, say hi, and just take it as a given you're a friendly optimist in every fucking universe."