Dizzy Land

"Must be a good story, that," she said, feeling oddly pleased at having made him laugh. She took the offered apple slice and ate it, watching him handle the knife. The easy motion was fascinating in a way that she was fairly sure was not quite right—but the same could be said of so much of theirs; she really ought to be used to that by now. "Expected? By what or by whom? And what sorts of things?"

Well, if he really was in a forthcoming mood...