*pauses as the waiter drops off their salads* *once he's gone again* Still, it must be sort of a comfort, knowing where you'll be in ten, twenty years from now? Who you'll be with. *pokes at a lettuce leaf with her fork doubtfully* I'm still waiting to work out the huge small details. Nothing seems to last in this world, either. *can't help laughing* Am I trying too hard or not hard enough?