If nothing thus far in Summer's various exploits had killed her yet, she certainly wasn't going to change that in Ravnica, dammit.

She snorted faintly, because, god, she knew all about that fued and it was most of the reason her research became independent instead of through Ignis, King of Grudges, himself, and felt that surge of excitement that she had to pamper down a little, lest she just become stupidly giddy in front of Liliana.

"Perfect," she said. "And I do need to know if this coffea really is just coffee the way caf is just coffee, no matter what anyone tries to tell me. Ooh! And shopping! As much as I' sure pink tank tops could become all the rage in this city I'm with enough time, I do want to get myself some good Ravnican fits, too, you know? When in sprawling plane-wide mega-city, blah blah blah..."