She waved her spoon around dismissively.

"No, no, I'm not talking about my problem," of which they'd never touched on the real one in the first place; she was good at this, "but yours."

Nina leveled a look at her brother.

"By your own logic, you're just as not-normal as the rest of us," she said, "and, as such, you're totally just as good as all the people you don't think you're as good as."