"And chess. And a mean Connect 4."

Writing appears on the cell wall: Also Thud. And Parcheesi. And Jumanji, if you get her drunk. She draws the line at Quidditch, however.

The writing disappears, to be replaced by I prefer Ravenous, Ravenous Rhinos, but I play cards, too. On occasion.

Molly laughs, patting the wall. "Thanks for the info, Baby."

She picks up the mocha and sips. (There is a dash of cream on her nose, but she won't mention it if he doesn't.)

"I'm always tired," she says, lightly. "It's okay, though."