This is nice, Sylvie thinks, sitting on the grass petting a dog and having a simple conversation with a nice girl. Since she's gotten here it's been a run of awkward and hopeful conversations with Shea, laden down with hidden meanings and underlying intentions and this is just a chat about dogs, and it's lovely.

"Why not today?" She queries. "I hear there's a free vet service." Sylvie shakes her head. "I've always wanted one, but it never worked out."