A Grocery List for Disaster is playing an all-ages at Clifton’s, which means Ceez didn’t show, which means Bhavini has to spar with Gomer. Gomer is frail-looking and old; he is also fast and mean and smells of mung beans. Like some fifth-dimensional shape, Bhavini thinks glumly, this situation has only downsides.

Sensei squeezes her shoulders in that way that’s supposed to approximate a shoulder rub but comes off like a Vulcan murder grip. “How’s my contender?” he chuckles. “Gettin’ psyched up? Got ‘Eye of the Tiger’ on your headphones?”

“No,” she says, “A Grocery List for Disaster.”