"I don't even get what that means." Corbie said almost cheerfully, so far out of her depth with that idea that she couldn't even pretend to know what he was talking about.

She smiled up at the innkeeper when they reached the desk, even though he never smiled back or even seemed to notice. "Hey Darryl, any spare towels back there?" Which of course he did. He always did. And she disappeared under the terrycloth as she rubbed a towel over her hair.