[ Millions, yes. Very few that Laica is so close to. And who knows what small flutters of changes in his life might put up barriers, change things. He's not the man she knows. She has memories that he doesn't share, and it's unfair and naive to think it won't make any difference. Both to him and to her friend.

She eyes the dagger skeptically. ]

Please. I thought we were trying to make this interesting, darling. But I suppose it's up to me to up the ante.

[ She takes off her earrings, simple gold dangly things with some precious stones. ]

A gift. From somebody who isn't here anymore.

[ She waves to a demonic cocktail waitress. ]

We'd like a bottle of wine, please. Something red and relatively dry.