"Yeah. After that whole meeting thing, we kept bumping into each other. We'd stop, chat, I'd help her out if she was in a bind. Got to a point where Dinky was basically relaying our feelings between each of us. So, we talked it out, figured our situations, what would work for us both. The prior Sunday -- not the one we did Pancakes, but before that -- we went out to the purple-shake Cafe for lunch. She's happy, Dinky's happy, I'm happy." I shrug, smiling.