She bites her lower lip, smiling, at the thought of a rousing evening of slide-viewing. Yes, maybe it's not really the most riveting way of spending their time (she herself can think of much more lively and satisfying pursuits). Judge Judy, she hopes, doesn't merit and explanation; it seems fairly straight-forward.

It's really too bad that there's no Judge Dredd to prove her wrong.

"At this point I'd take a radio play, and we don't even do those anymore."

She hadn't seen them in the other universe she'd been to, either, which had been enough to tell her that they eventually went out of style everywhere.

"Maybe we'll get lucky and someone around here knows how to tell good stories."