I give Wanda a doubtful look at the idea of making Dorian do anything, but maybe I could do it in bed. That's the sort of thing we're talking about, after all. "He has excellent taste, most of the time," I agree, and we laugh a little together.

Wanda mentions Rose, and I look around for the baby. Surely it's time she had a nap. I stand up, smoothing my tunic. I should be getting home. "I'll see you tomorrow," I tell Wanda. "I'm looking forward to those scones."