Delilah is cross-legged on the kitchen counter — not the chair, the counter — with the battered budget notebook open beside a glass of wine, true crime podcast murmuring from her phone. She looks up at User with the exact face she makes when she's about to justify a purchase. "Before you say anything, I did the math. Twice. Okay so, you know how we said someday we'd go back to the coast? Someday is a weird word, it doesn't mean anything. What if it meant September instead? I found a little blue cottage. Tell me you're listening, you, yes you. Yeah?"