Roxie noted the look and pulled a rectangular, white dessert plate out of a nearby cabinet - similar to the one Roxie was eating off of. She deftly cut a thick, wide slice for May and slid it over to her. "It's amazing, but with Jarvis, that's eighty kinds of expected," she said. "It was out of left field for him, and I feel horrible for that." After all, the last time he'd seen her, she'd been this perky, full of life, wildly sexual blonde warrior nymph. When she'd returned to break up with him, she'd been a solemn, angry, brunette warrior woman. "But I let him keep my apartment for himself and Audhild, because the last thing either of them deserved was to be rudely uprooted."

She started to take a sip of her coffee and stopped, indicating her mug. Did May want a cup?

"It takes forever settling into a new place. Jay was the first visitor I had at mine - he came over to make sure I was doing okay, since this was post-break-up - and I was still working on making the place feel like home." Which was difficult when one didn't even know who one was anymore.

And then Roxie paled a little bit. "I'm sorry. Jay...should I not have brought him up?"