I bark out a laugh, brow raising at her. "Shit," I say, "seriously?" It sounds pretty fucking stupid, but then, I was never into that shit. Deep down, even if it seems lame, I like the idea of anything that makes her look as cheerful as all that. She smiles more easily than anyone else I know, but it isn't the same as being happy.

I don't do too much of either, but things are different now than they used to be. These days, they aren't half bad.

"What, like with a crown and shit?"