Mm. I see your point. I was never that good at maths.

[ The nuns taught Gideon how to count, and that was about it. For once, Gideon is glad of that. She runs a finger lightly down Faith's abs, feeling their rise and fall, and not quite believing that this is real.

So much of Trench feels like a dream. Her friends, her family, and now this. Between the tequila and spice and general good vibes, Gideon feels light, distant yet present.

She offers Faith a wry, lopsided smile, and pulls her hand away. ]

Yeah? What's your question? You can touch mine, you know. You don't look like the counting nerd type, either.