"Clarence never smiled," Meg mused, then glanced away as she had a particularly nice memory. "Except maybe once."
Then her gaze swung back to the boy. "I can't actually answer that question," she said. "I've been on the Earth far too long. I don't remember. I've always loved father. I'd like to think I was amongst his first motley crew, but I couldn't say." She grinned wickedly.