"There isn't anything wrong with you. You don't need to be more like me." Saturday runs a hand through her hair, thinking how to say it. "I offered meditation 'cause it's a tool I find useful. Not to make you like me. This isn't an exchange, Cats; I don't need you to be any particular one thing in order t' think you're worth knowing and deserve looking out for."

A corner of her mouth turns up in a smile. "Be nice if you didn't start yelling at the drop of a hat, though."