Padraig hesitated for just a moment and then he went to sit, rather uncomfortably, on the sofa.
"George has been regaling me with stories about attempting to converse with zebras," she tried to fill him in. "Turns out it doesn't work."
"I remember," Padraig said quietly. George had told him. He rubbed his eye and then leaned his head back against the sofa. "Do you just want to pretend everything is normal?"