Jillian laughed lightly and shrugged, not seeing much of a reason to bump back against Anastasia's words. "Oh, you know... the whole sour grapes debate... heh..." She decided to drop the egotistical act and start leaning in towards the center of the table again. "Honestly though? My plan is to just wing it and see what happens. If I win, I'll endure the fame and the fortune at that point, but until that point I'll just enjoy being the epitome of middle class." She shrugged. "What could possibly go wrong, right?"