Bridget, what are you doing?
Sitting here. Thinking.
In the shelf?
I fit.
Right, but wouldn't somewhere else be more comfortable?
Probably.
I bet I can come up with a place.
Go ahead, Lochlan. Where?
At the table.
Seriously?
With me.
You're joking.
Eating cake.
Move out of my way, I'm already there.
