"Kitchen, I think," Maeve answers. She doesn't know that she even wants a beer, still not one to drink very often or very much, but at the same time, it would at least give her something to do with her hands rather than picking at her nails.

"We were having a nice night, too," she says once she's removed her boots and follows Gideon into the kitchen. "He asked about the book I'm reading and once I told him about it, he said he hopes our children get my brains."