"Aren't you pleasant," Maeve says in a falsely cheerful voice, her head still tilted as she studies him. "You've clearly never been in a shitty one bus route town for very long if this is your best comparison."

It's not as good as New York, she's sure of that, but when compared to what she had, Darrow is bloody paradise.

"Maybe you just need to expand your list of hobbies," she suggests, looking amused, her lips curling into a grin she presses tight between her teeth. "Take up knitting or yoga."