“The sheep looked judgemental.”
Her mouth curves.
A real curve this time, small but unmistakable.
I feel as if I have won something ridiculous and important.
“Which games?”
“Monopoly, which I have now learned is illegal.”
“Correct.”
“Scrabble.”
“Risky.”
“Cluedo.”
“That could work.”
“Cards.”
“Safe.”
“And something called Herd Mentality, which I was assured encourages arguing.”
She looks past me towards the kitchen, where Kev is already peering into the bag with the air of a fox discovering bins.
“That might be the one.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
Her gaze comes back to me.
There it is again.
That small shift in the air.
I should move.
I do not.
“Are you all right?” she asks.
It catches me off guard.
“I’m fine.”
Her eyebrows lift.
I deserve that.
I sigh. “Somewhere between actual fine and professionally acceptable fine.”
“Good answer.”
“I learned from a terrifying woman.”
