Reads it, and shrugs. He's been making a bigger fuss than she has lately. As if he was worried she'd changed. She hadn't changed. She just was more... mature, yes, that's it. I am more mature. She had her priorities right. Dreams, crazy dreams, were nice, but not when they imperiled her to imagine herself special or gifted. No, she was an ordinary girl now. Which was better than being a girl with crazy dreams and no real chance of making them useful.