You'd be surprised what sick people wanna hear about when they're recuperating. [But very well, he can take a hint. Anyway, the lemonade's done, so Richie pulls some cookies out and lays them out on a plate, then pulls out some chairs around the kitchen table. By the time she might get in there, he's already got half a cookie in his mouth, and swallows it down with some lemonade.]

Did you come here to talk about the Long Night, Lady Laynie, [a nickname he's just now come up with,] or something else?