This was different than a Lestrange dinner for a few reasons — for one thing, no clear patriarch (or, Greengrass was the patriarch, which was weird), for another, there were no family members for him to avoid. Cash found himself a little more at ease than he would have expected by the main course.

Cash nodded. "I went with my sister Valeria," he said, which had been odd in and of itself, because he and Valeria did not hang out recreationally. "But I have to confess that I could have paid a little more attention — it was just fairly long, and unlike your sisters I have no musical talents of my own." He had decided at some point after the Sonata that pretending it was just too long for his attention span was a safer admission than I think the sound of violins makes me panic, and didn't have enough to say about the contortionists to lean on that. So instead — he could lean on expectations people had of him, that he was too fidgety and nervous to sit still for four hours (which he was.)

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