"The potential," I echo, voice lilting with a teasing tone. No pressure, it's meant to convey; trapping her in a corner hadn't been my intention (it's just habit, really, picking at someone else's turns of phrase). Straightening, I hold my breath for a moment, needing some measure of focus to remember where it is I put the dessert amongst all the dishes, used and unused, on the table.

"Sounds exciting."