I know! But even the future empress of the universe needs a place to get away from work, right?

[She wiggles her eyebrows, shucking her shoes and tucking her legs up under her as she fills out order forms.]

[It's always odd to her, to watch the boys try to relax--all the boys, grown or not. They do the male version of some of the gestures she does, very conscious, forced casual motions. At least he's trying? That's good, right? Unless he really does hate her and he doesn't want her to know.]

I promise to keep staying out of your way--it's not like we need to know more about each other's business than we care to, right?