The important things. Juliette had brought up family, before, but it couldn't be—the Coulombes had died, hadn't they? Nursing her coffee (no cream, four sugars), Morgayne stilled as she thought back to her own past. The note from her father. But tonight wasn't about her; she dispelled the thoughts from her mind.
"That depends," she said, contemplative. "There are many important things, aren't there?"