He lets the subject drop, thank God, and they move on to the fascinating world of Byerly Vorrutyer. Which really isn't so fascinating, when you get down to it. She can't blame him for finding it so dull--for all she doesn't think he's nearly the drunk he says he is, she can believe him lusting after all the drugs they don't have here.

"I mean, it's not the worst," she offers, though it's not really orneriness this time. "Everyone's pretty nice." And then her lip curls a little. "Guess that's boring, though."