"I'm assuming you are," Rachel says, casual.

Not quiet, not to herself. But without something else to focus on, she may have.

Whether or not something is real doesn't matter nearly as much as the question Do I have to deal with it?

Over by the table, there is not much. A very tiny bottle and a very tiny cookie. There are tags on each of them.

"Oh."

Her voice is dark and wary.

"You have got to be kidding me."