[Nodding, Norma waves them over to a small, round table where she usually studies and does her reading. After taking a seat, she braces herself for what she's about to hear. ...And good lord is she glad she's sitting down right now.]

Tony Stark? Are you serious?! Like...the Tony Stark? One of the wealthiest, snootiest, glossy-shoed tightshirts ever spat out into Luceti? That Tony Stark? [Norma gawks, looking Kari up and down and up again, as if trying to gauge if her best friend's pulling her leg here or something.] Um...jeez. Ssssooo....that'd make you, like...

[Rich. Filthy, stinking rich.]