"My favorite genres are documentary and exploitation; I have recently watched Black Dynamite, a more recent parody or recreation of the 'Blaxploitation' genre that I feel plays too firmly on the nose to achieve the comedy, intentional or unintentional, featured in genuine articles.  The ending is too beyond the bounds of its original set-up to allow it to feel authentic, and this largely plays to its detriment.  The government plot is played for comedy regardless of its realism.  Michael Jai White's performance is very good regardless of the absurdity of the remainder of the film, however."

Winnifred said all of that without any direct prompting and, truth be told, regardless of whether or not Mr. Clearview was actually listening to what she said at the end.  Staring off into space, one must imagine that she had called from mind to vision the whole of the film in her impromptu review of this work of art.  Even if she didn't think it was as good as the originals!  She looked up at him in reply and said "State your own favorite genres."

She, additionally, looked upon a set of boluses (boli?) with a slight glare, silently refusing the offer.  Apparently she didn't do well with spicy stuff if this is the kind of cold reception it gets...

The coffee bar started to slowly fill with more and more people, more and more mages almost certainly - the people here were certainly liberal with what they called magecraft, even with windows looking inward to the establishment.  And here, in her mind, she thought that there was nothing more secretive in all the world than a magus among normal people.  Normal people, like her.  She was a non-magus and here they were, breaking the masquerade.  How gauche.  How...

She stopped staring at nothing once she was indicated by their host for being a local.  Huh.  Were there really that many out-of-towners?  She complied, responding "I've lived in the region for all my life.  Some of you aren't even from America.  I can explain the truths of Oregon.  Bigfoot isn't real."