She took the day off, because really, if there's one day you shouldn't be crunching numbers, it's your birthday.

"Number twenty-one," Zoe says, leaning her elbows on the library table as she nibbles on the scone that a Two had brought her with her tea. She has a small pile of jewelry boxes on top of a Manolo Blahnik box, but she's examining the ingredient list on Evan's present of Kraft Dinner. "Sit down a while?" She adds when she sees the familiar droop. She and Annie have been friends a few months now, after all. She's got the signs down.