"Good for her," Steven said. It was strange needing to rely so much on Llewellyn to know what happened. But that was Marc, for you. If he didn't feel the need to pass on details it could be impossible to find them. Sometimes the way their collective memory worked was needing to know how to ask the right question to get the information. Steven didn't know what he didn't know.

(Well, he knew "She's fine" since that's what Marc considered a perfectly acceptable summary of most conversations with people. Because he was the worst.)

"He needs that," Steven said. "Someone who won't take his rubbish."

Now Steven looked worried. "Hopefully she's got the right idea of him. I mean that's three times she's spoken to him as well. If she's rose colored glasses on - "

Steven perhaps still did not fully understand Harley's background as a person.