"Yeah, yeah, you're allowed." George felt for a moment like a way too normal person, like this was some regular family breakfast—and he hadn't allowed himself those without awkward feelings of loss. But this was nice. Pleasant. And that was strange. He hadn't allowed himself pleasant in a long time.
"He's funny. The shop is really cool!" Natalie cocked her head at the last past and studied Emma for a moment. "Not ever?" she asked seriously, followed by, "I'm sorry." Natalie thought about it for a moment longer.