"Yeah." Kate kind of rolls her eyes, but only a little. Her head still hurts. "Cool little oyster crackers and the ghost barkeep is super hot." For that, she gives him a little grin, elbows him in the ribs and keeps walking without walking out from under his arm.

Smoke and mirrors. She's been doing this so long it's second nature. The only reason the mirrors are cracked is because she cares. Too much.