He has a nice smile; it's one she wouldn't mind seeing more of, really, but that's just something Spades don't do. It's what makes her an odd one - her smile blooms easily, always, just like it does now as she nibbles on a scone.

"Victor and I will dine out tonight, I think," she says. "But I might try to sneak lunch to him today." It was her birthday, after all. She could get away with it.