"Oh, you know. Being straightforward. Trying not to die. All my usual stuff."

Molly's coffee came, as ever, loaded with an enormous pile of glittery whipped cream and maple syrup; she skims the top off the heap with a spoon.

"She's still not talking, so we've been working with Kitt on sign language. Someone - who in theory remains anonymous but in reality was absolutely my jackass brother - has taught her all the ASL swearwords he could find, so that's... been fun."

She means 'jackass' with love, really! She adores Chase!

You can tell, because he's not dead yet.