As she set the table, Madison thought about what Jim was saying. She had no idea what he meant, what any of that meant. But she attempted to nod in understanding, like any normal person would, eyes turning slightly sad - because that's what you did when you spoke of loss. After a moment she crossed her arms. "I get it. But I don't know if I get it. Because it sounds to me like the minute you experience loss, you're doomed to never be happy again. If you don't accept it and let go you're just trapped in amber. Non-existent beyond moments that aren't real anymore. What if you keep...losing?"
It might not have been intentional but once Madison asked the question she wondered if that would sow some seeds of a supposed sad backstory. That usually endeared her to people. She appreciated his sarcasm, even chuckled at it before grabbing two glasses - and a mug for herself, as the coffee pot had finished brewing. She set it all on the table, went for the hot coffee pot next, and once everything was in place, took a seat. "You're welcome." She motioned for him to sit, then smiled. "Shall we say Grace, or...?"
Pausing, Madison looked away as if realizing something. "I don't mean to make fun, I guess you're used to that, but I know certain rituals can be important, and it's not a big deal to do it if it's important to you."