"Yes," she says, simply and bluntly. "On occasion."

Rosencrantz swipes at the swath of silk acting as a bookmark for the story Kate's reading, snatching it cleanly from between the pages. She sighs, and shoves the book back inside the bookcase, abandoning the marker to the cat.

"Your childlike enthusiasm t'see Texas ain't no bother t'me. It's even kinda sweet. But, when it's coupled with the fact that we can't seem t'get along, an' I have no idea how else t'make you happy, warnin' bells start ringin'."