Miranda has a lovely summer, some of it spent at Karen's and some in Italy and some at home.
She shows up with Karen at the train platform and they look for Minor.
"Birmingham, I play piano and I sing -"
"Nga," says Catherine.
Rebecca giggles, only a little awkwardly.
"I didn't know that."
"I only know English and a little Church Latin..."
"I think it's different from - scholar Latin somehow? In nòmine Patris, et Fìlii, et Spìritus Sancti, like that."
"Oh, my church won't actually let me get married any more, I ran away from a convent, so it doesn't matter."
"The Catholic church."
"I, um - I think half the laity barely know the difference honestly but if you don't actually care you convert to Protestantism, this country this era -"
"...how much I care is complicated?"
"I'm not a very good Catholic. At all. But it's important to me that I don't just go, oh, okay, I'm not very good at this, I guess I'll forget about it..."
"Well, no, I'm not very good at it because I don't like doing a lot of the things I'm supposed to," says Rebecca. "But I want to be better at it than I would be by accident if I'd never heard of it before, I guess."
She blinks. "I'm.... not sure? I think that's as far down as it goes."