"I think we should be okay." No, there had never seemed to be a reason to treat him as anything less than a fully functional young man. He had made it on his own before he had come to the circus; she didn't think he needed to be hovered at now that he was here. The things she did for him were the same that she would have done for anyone – such as stirring a single cube of sugar into the tea that she poured, sliding the mug of steaming liquid across the counter for him to retrieve. "Things seemed to be slowing down... If we hadn't had all the extra bodies, of course, it would have been another story, but..."
He couldn't see the little shake of her head, but Zanna still expected him to know for some reason. "It will be good to go somewhere else. Maybe the Management will build in some rest days for us after the move, hmm? We could even spend them doing something besides drinking and eating chocolate waffles." They really had been too sweet, almost overpowering. Zanna hadn't eaten more than a couple of bites before she had passed hers off. She was more interested in the drinks.