"True," she snorted lightly, corners of her eyes crinkling gently in amusement. "So I guess there is no safe harbor. I'll still take cookies over a grail quest, though." Which was far more than she'd meant to say, but it came out so naturally, as if she was talking about something she'd done yesterday rather than some maybe-memory from some maybe-past.
((And did =/= died, which is what I meant. Go go gadget proofreading. >>))