Sadde props his head on his elbows and looks at Jackson. "Looking for someone?" he asks, pretty sure he knows the answer to the question already.

"If you're gonna leave I might go sit somewhere else while I finish eating."

"I'll wait until you're done."

"Okay." Nom.

Sigh. The therapist has probably not talked to Jackson yet, it's been too soon. He'll ask in a week.

Jackson eventually finishes eating. "Bye."

And Sadde knocks on Isabella's door, again precisely on time.

And Isabella opens the door. "Hello there."

"Hello, ma'am."

Isabella kisses her. "Did you remember your swimsuit?"

"Then off we go." Tap tap tap. "How have you been?"

"Pretty good. Magic and books, mostly, and I got a job at the library."

"Oh? What are you going to be doing there?"

"I have nnnnno idea! Training's Saturday morning."

"They'll probably just have you reshelving. Maybe they'll teach you to fix the copy machine, that would be exciting."

"For a given value of 'exciting.'"

"Well, yes."

She giggles. "And you?"

"Magic and classes and lucid dreaming."

"Oh." She looks down and bites her lower lip. "Nice dreams?"

"Of course."

She laughs. "Yes, I suppose that's obvious."