It was hardly the worst place you've ever spent the night. Or, well, several nights. The house is nice, Jersey's nice, Shauna's.. nice, all things considered. Very you-stick-to-yours, I'll-stick-to-mine. You can respect that. It's amicable, polite.. awkward.

So, very awkward.

"..How's school?" Shauna mutters over a mouthful of rabbit stew—obligatory small talk to fill in the silence. At least she’s trying. Even if you graduated.. two years ago.