There's a voice speaking from far away, and it sounds reasonable and rational. Comfortable even. It takes a moment before she realises it's hers

"They'll be fine for another little bit."

She leans on her elbows on the table and takes a long drink of champagne.

"I never did get to say thank you, for the Bolly. And the scarf." She wants to ask if he likes that colour blue. It's not her place to ask.