He sure and wouldn't have expected Victor to be finding one before he did. But then, he'd mostly abandoned the concept. Which might be the problem, if you got right down to it.

"I'm not so certain there's that much of a difference," he said dryly. "But I expect Eden and I will do fine with it." Somehow, Ben thought, Victor had found himself the only twenty-one year old in the Deck who preferred fifties jazz and pop to, well, anything sung in her own lifetime.