Oh no, that one is awful. It's better than he'd hoped. John laughs softly, always a little wondering, as though surprised to find himself smiling. It's the same quiet laugh she'd earned from him in the hedge maze.

"Guess I'll stay on best behavior. Thanks."

The waiter reappears with diner-standard icewater for each of them, and John doesn't bother to question whether that's on-theme. He makes a show of inspecting his obviously clear glass.

"Good news: no blood."