"Only if... we had a before." She looked at him for a long moment. "It's the only thing that makes sense. If we knew each other... before. The connection... the... the sense of knowing. Preferences," she blushed, "and... everything. I don't know, I'm not making sense. But then, neither is anything else."
She picked up the spoon and took a bite of her sherbet, licking the spoon clean and sucking on it playfully. "Even if there was a before, it doesn't matter now. We're here. And you're not going to get bored with me this time, either. Not if I have anything to say about it."