[ There's a slightly long pause here, and then Natasha responds, tone casual, neutral. Telling an anecdote. ]

So. These two mushrooms are hanging out downtown one night. They're having a good time, relaxing from a long day at work, walking around, hitting the bars. Like you do, when you're a mushroom. And they pass by this one club that has some great music playing and what appears to be a great atmosphere, and the first mushroom turns to the other mushroom and says "Let's stop in here."

Well. The second mushroom starts to agree and then glances up at a sign above the door that reads 'No Mushrooms served'. He shakes his little cap, and says, "No, no, we can't, there's a sign, they don't serve mushrooms."

First mushroom says "Whatever, let's go," and there's no bouncer at the door so they head inside. The first mushroom walks up to the bar, makes himself comfortable and says "Bartender, serve me a drink."

The bartender turns around, a little startled and shakes his head, pointing to another sign. "Sorry, we don't serve mushrooms here," not being mean about it, just firm.

And the first mushroom leans forward and ask "Why not? I'm a fun guy."