"Set them loose in the nicer parts of Maurtia Falls in pairs," she says, after a moment. "That'd make for a pretty good training ground, if you want to teach them how to survive in a jungle made of concrete."

Another sip. Onscreen, Simba is beating himself up again, and Veronica can't help but sympathize with the poor guy. Everything's just been ripped away from him, after all, and she's been in that position before. She pushes the bowl of chips on the table towards Cassian, as if to complete the illusion of domesticity.

"I wouldn't know, but I don't really think so," she says. "It's more of an every animal or pack of animals for themselves thing." She shrugs, and adds, "But it's Disney, so don't expect scientific accuracy."