He lets himself smile, just barely. "Then we'll see if your hunch pans out."

There's a weight to the way she says sentimental, for sure. It seems more something Ren would say—and again, he thinks of the pot of sunflowers still glowing upstairs on his windowsill.

"Listen," he says, "we should probably ascertain just how the attic works. Either that, or I'll have to text for assistance, and I've already done that once or twice today. What do you think?"