We have the same idea, it seems. (I've been working on it. Redeveloping my radar sense. Stick always claimed it was a learned trait than one that was gifted to me with the rest of my abilities, but I have my doubts that there isn't something more to it. Either way, I don't sense her hand near the bowl until my fingers brush over hers, prompting a sudden smile to break across my face.)

"But we're not there yet," I reply, not taking care to move my hand. "We're still right at the beginning."