“Maybe she's got a Facebook page, like every other kid in America. We could put something on her wall."Her eyes lit up very briefly before she slumped. "No, she's far too paranoid for that.""I was joking.""Yes, but you know how kids are about Facebook.""But she's hiding from an eight-foot-tall sociopathic werewolf wizard who can call down lightning bolts.""We're also talking about Facebook."Tristan contemplated her. "I think I need to feed you. Your blood sugar must be getting low.”