A question that measures the depths of great ravines, and the breadth of Andalusian fields: "How have you been?" Edward responds with a passive confirmation, lifting his shoulders limply and offering words too bland to escape the cipher of generality.

"I've settled into my own place, found something to occupy my time. No imminent crises," he catches the blue of her eyes, "I'm fine."

Ed takes another bite of his salad, passing over the chicken bits, then on to stabbing a pile of green lettuce and snow peas. "This place must seem completely absurd to you."