I remember when I first got my office in the attic. At the end of a long day I'd thump upstairs, grumpy I had to write down everything that could just reside in my head perfectly fine. And Jesper would sit in the seat you always do now and turn whatever was on my desk into something he could toss in the air and catch. Sometimes he'd toss it to me too and we'd break up the book keeping with a few rounds of catch. We were like fifteen, sixteen at the time.

Not much has changed.

Except now I also get much prettier and quieter company.

[He smiles at her.]