That's true, [ there's a hitch between those two syllables, and she squeezes Rethe's hand back, her free one leaning an elbow on the counter, the fingers idly tracing her brow in a habit she'd picked up sometime between raising the children in backwater Thailand and coming home to Falner.

Her chest doesn't feel quite as tight now, and the room upstairs not so imposing in the fact that everything in it belongs to the man who'd left only hours before.

When she and Cen are okay, it feels like her home away from home.

When they aren't... well.

She clears her throat then and straightens, her hand drawing away from Rethe's so that she can hug herself, elbows planted on the bar as she glances briefly over her shoulder at DJ currently spinning at the booth.

When she comments next, it's not about Cen. She can let the issue lie for now. Rethe was always good company, and the last thing she wanted was to be the consistent wet blanket. ]

I have to plan a themed birthday party. [ She says it with the exasperated tones of a mother who has just been asked the near-impossible. ] They discovered the Doctor Who DVD collection 108 got me years ago.

[ Vintage. The shows from when she was in her twenties are vintage, now. ]

Maggie insists on being Amy. Renae is horrified at how she's declared that he can be Rory.