Of course that would be what he would say. But Lucie did turn to look at him, trying not to stuff the biscuit into her mouth. It wasn't like she didn't know what was going to happen when she went home. She wasn't stupid. Her own body was proof enough. "No, actually I don't know how much it means because you're all too busy yelling at us for actually being here and wishing we weren't." Which was what they kept saying. How was she supposed to think that they were important when they weren't even wanted?