Folk around here have never seen Miss Katherine James quite so happy. She's a friendly sort, sure, but her smiles are free and brilliant with Amanda in a way they aren't with local folk.

Not wanting to waste their drinks, Kate points to a table in a far corner, behind the shiny new player piano. It'll provide them with enough privacy from the saloon at large.

"This is marvelous. Why, I was jus' thinkin' 'bout you the other day. How long's it been since we last spoke, what with the way time works for you?"