[ As Anne talks, Riley listens. The smile on her face is smaller, softer than the ones she’s parade around at school or her meticulously planned meetings, but they’re more real, too. All the energy she’s put into seeming happy... She can put it into actually being happy, now.

With a bewildered laugh: ] Are you— You are not watching trashy reality TV, are you? Ohhh, no...! [ But, she does sound amused. ] I thought at least Stephen would steer you a little better!

[ There’s a familiar fondness... She’d nag Cairo about her taste in television too. It feels normal. ]