I’m at a restaurant, eating like a Man should. Elbows on the table, digging into my food…I’m not a savage, but I’m not also not the weirdo that eats his burger with a fork and a knife. A bunch of pale prudes that look like the ugly version of Twilight are a table away, judging me with curled lips and quiet harumphs. One of them calls out, “It seems as if the waitstaff forgot to take out the trash today.” They all burst out in nasal snickers. Okay, enough. Utensils down. Open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. I hear the gorgeous, throaty roar of a T-65, X-wing starfighter as it flies overhead. It lets loose with a single blast from its S-foil mounted laser cannon. The table next to me explodes in a geyser of sauce, bread, and hoity-toity attitudes. I chuckle quietly and go back to eating.