Good. Wouldn't want you forgetting about the day Vincent found a sense of humor just to use it against me.

[Absolutely deadpan.]

U-uh...well, yeah.

[Maybe if he just avoids the stuff question entirely, she won't press for more.]

He won't do anything until I insist five times that yes, I do actually want to do it and no, I'm not gonna regret it fifteen minutes later. And...for the holiday, he gave me a ring that'll tell me if anything around me isn't real. Like those nightmares when Hanna fucked up the ship, or...voices nobody else hears...stuff like that.