I'm almost afraid to ask.

[ But not quite. Even so, she doesn't press. Claire just tucks that little gem of knowledge away for a rainy day, when they aren't both feeling so terrible and when maybe thinking about friends from home won't seem so inappropriate.

Then again, what's better than a distraction? ]

I'd have to meet this Martine person. I have extreme misgivings about people who don't believe in the sanctity of apple pie. Sure, pumpkin's a given. But apple.

[ Come on, Kate. Clair takes another bite for emphasis, but it's mostly berry at this point. ]