That's kind of you. I'll remember that. [The way that Henry smiles when he speaks of his family warms her. It makes his face soften in ways he's probably not even aware of. Maketh rubs her thumb along the edge of her mug. The caffeine has settled into her belly. She feels calmer now. At ease with herself.] I'd offer to show you my parents' farm, but I doubt it would impress you. And it's no longer in my possession.

[It was sold years ago. Her superiors had suggested it.

Maketh tips her head to the side.] Have you ever been to a desert, Henry?