Greta wrinkles her nose. She wouldn't have them watch one of those miserable things; that ought to go without saying. "Noooo, no," she says with a little frown. "Not them. 'S on Netflix. We just have to... get to it."

So, it's just a matter of making that happen. She stares at the darkened television screen for a moment, as if hoping it might turn on and connect to the internet as a personal favor to her, then turns her head to cast about for a laptop. "How do we get to it?" she muses, as if it's a far more intriguing puzzle than it really is. She supposes she could just use her phone in a pinch, but the screen's awfully small, and one of them would have to hold it unless they came up with a way to prop it up.