[Chris takes a cue from his friend and moves to settle into his own chair, legs sprawled out ahead of him under the table. The table that once more unceremoniously receives the A dumped onto it.]

Well, then you ought tell someone who's not heard it -if that even matters, I guess- and get rid of the thing. Or turn it into a light catcher, that could be interesting. [Ever since he'd told Hythlodaeus to turn his reminder into a garden feature, Chris couldn't deny he was charmed with the idea of recycling these things.

That might be the other reason he was holding onto the dress.]

I sold it. Not behind her back or anything but I- [He pauses and thinks out the line of his explanation. Could he get away with this without explaining fully? Probably. Scott wouldn't press if Chris made the line clear.

Did the line matter? Cinder said yes, if he wanted it to. If only he knew if he wanted it to.]

It was a piece of clothing, which I know doesn't sound like much, but it represented everything she expected and hoped I'd be. I didn't live up to it quite right, so it needed to go and I slipped the coin back to her for her trouble.

[He's quiet a moment, but then cuts eyes back over to Scott.]

It was a dress befitting a nobility.