Saturday closes her hand over his, firm and reassuring. "On my honor and my name. I promise."

As she shakes his hand, the drones dissolve into flowers. Saturday slips her hand from Ronan's grasp while he stares and leans back in her chair.

"God, finally."

All solemnity is gone. "Thought they were gonna make us hug an' kiss or somethin', jesus. Howsabout next time we just take our chances in a fight?"