The small, comfortable friction of two people who know each other completely.
She glanced at Raven across the table. Her eyebrow moved. 'Go on then.'
He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, voice low enough that it stayed at the table.
"Ask him if he's feeling a warm sensation in his knees and elbow joints. Like they're heated from inside. More than normal."
Jennifer's mouth twitched.
The look she gave him — over the phone, over the coffee, over the towel and its current architectural situation — was the look of a woman who has agreed to indulge something she's already classified as nonsense, out of a patience she normally reserves for customers who insist their order was different.
"Son." Easy, maternal, the same warm voice. "Are you feeling heat in your elbows and knees?"
Silence on the line.
She was already rolling her eyes — he could see the motion beginning, the slow upward arc of someone cueing the 'I told you so' — when Gareth's voice came back.
