[It's her natural inclination, as always, to try to run ahead and outpace his train of thought. Get out ahead of it while it's still building up steam, figure out its final destination and beat it there. Maybe she was trained to do that too, when she was taught story after story and connection after connection, because there are only so many to begin with and once you know them all, it's easy to generalize. Probably this winds up somewhere in the ballpark of stories are things that are interwoven between people or every person you meet, you touch their story and they touch yours, something something intersections, something something you matter, Ghost.

It annoys her, a little bit. In part because she wants to be right, and in part because she wants to be wrong, and neither outcome is a particularly good one. But at least she's got the prospect of the stew to occupy herself with, and she pushes the bite into her mouth before it can get too cold, lest she miss something of the experience by failing to have it while it was still the temperature Kaveh wanted it to be.]

Would you tell this story to anyone else?

[She looks at him, gaze level, as she chews.]

Would you go to someone else and use me as the example, and tell them about how I did something that mattered to prove to them a point? Or is it just me. I'm the only one who needs to wake up and see how my story conjoins with all the others of everyone I know.