"You said something happened, right before we all got back. Or at least before we got back."

On her end, it had just been another day in the City. Another jaunt through portals with Harry, another day at a safehouse with Jane — not living on the run, precisely, because Anathema had never gotten on the government's shit list quite like Adam or others had, but. Living off the radar, let's say.

She pours them their tea; shoves the cookie tin a little closer across the table to him. Mostly to have something to do with her hands.