"Wow. I've ever thought about writing a book. More power to you, Lucas."
She glances at her watch - not that it should matter much, as she hardly has a schedule anymore - and sighs.
"You know, I'm gonna have to go. I have a pillow, calling my name. Sorry." She gives him a bright smile. "It's been cool to chat with you, though, and I'd love to get together with you and Layla, when I won't get in the way of your quality time, of course." She stands. "I hope the book goes well. Can I read it when you're done?"