April has never had a pet, has never lived anywhere long enough or with enough stability to even consider such a thing. She doesn't feel as if she's missing out on anything, though, and her shoulders lift even as she smiles. "You're on your own with that one," she says. "I'm not big on some having some animal trying to lick me."

She casts a glance back in the way Will has gone, then adds, "I might change my mind for him."