"That's a nice knack to have," Eden says. Lots of people do. She's not sure she's ever been or ever could be one of them, but it's nice for him that he is. Everyone has their talents. Hers involve a lot more lying and acting than languages, though, she thinks, maybe her power counts toward that end. It's certainly a skill, at least, albeit a rusty one.

Hearing her name called, she turns to take her coffee from the barista. "Thank you," she says, picking it up, and glances back to John. "And thank you, too. It's sweet of you."