Susan frowned, "Your logic, Mr Scorsby, fails to make sense, as I can see Hester and I am neither a newcomer nor do I have one of my own."
She followed suit and ordered a bestseller for herself, though she asked for a cup of tea ("any kind, so long as it's tea"), and took a seat opposite Lee.
"I would imagine that would be quite difficult. I wonder -" she started then broke off. Oh well, she could share with him, couldn't she? "I wonder how many others have secrets like that, little daemons that no-one else can see. Once, when I was a child, a little girl waiting for the War to end, my little sister invented this fantastical world that my siblings and I all joined in with her - and there the animals - creatures really - could talk and everything about it was magical. Your Hester, and this dreadful snow, make me think about that. That was over 20 years ago and - well, I suppose you don't want to hear of the imagination of some very lonely children."