Sarah feels a lot like when you look at a picture of two faces and they suddenly become a vase, or when a mundane dream takes a turn for the impossible and some part of you realizes what's happening is ridiculous...and yet somehow Garviel manages to be standing there radiating a contentment she can feel without trying. Absurd.

She's still smiling, though.

"How long have you been sitting on this?" she asks, hoping they haven't been at the center of a betting pool. Sarah's reasonably sure she would have picked that up from someone, at least.