"Sounds like a plan to me," she said, standing up and then offering him her hand. This was good. Talking to Jinx was soothing something inside her she didn't even realise had needed soothing. They would never be a couple again, too much had happened and there was too much baggage. Their happy ending was as friends; friends who had suffered something terrible together and come out the other side still holding hands. Eventually. "I'm not sharing my cake with Christ though," she said, sounding a little bit more like her old fiery self, "he can get fucked."