I’m
fine, she says; her armor is already up. I immediately fold, a little bit: what
was my purpose in calling here if I’m only going to upset her? I never know how
to handle these things. I wish I knew how to have a project or something with
Siobhan: when I have a project, I know how to relate to people. It’s the
project that relates to people, and I’m just the tiny Fionna riding in the
back, waving hi sometimes.