[Iona sits across from him as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Although, it is kind of nice of him to stay, she thinks, after their last encounter in the Grind. He wasn't pushing her away or being snide. Well, not being snide as much. It's the little things.

She helps herself to a baguette slice, slathering on some butter and then jam.]

I guess I can't speak for either of them, but Berna did tell him to put me before her... This might be his way of doing it.

They're both weird about each other, is what I'm saying.