Oh. My great-grandpa flew planes in the war, that's just why I asked. He was, uh...RAF, I think. Not American.

[He tips his head a little to the side, watching her. After a moment, absently, he extends a hand and, in a flash, the purple blur behind him comes into view for the briefest of instants. In the next blink, he's holding a soda where his hand had been empty before.]

So is he the kind of best friend who knows everything about you?