"I fly in rain?" she suggests, thoughtful.

"Would that get you clean or just wet? Mm, I'll think of something."

Pen shrugs.

He grins.

Pen flaps a little bit. "Fly fly fly tomorrow tomorrow fly fly."

"Mhm!"

She folds her wings again. "Home I fly all days," she sighs.

"Well, this isn't home," he says.

She folds her arms on the table and drops her head onto them. "Know that," she says. "Want door. Or Jane."

"I can't get you any of that," he says. "But I can get you someplace nice to fly tomorrow."

"Know that," says Pen. "Want anyway."

"Yeah."

"Miss Mommy and Daddy and sisters and people."

"Yeah."

"Do you dreaming thing?"

"What's the dreaming thing?"

"A Jokers nice bar thing. They dream, they be at it."

He shakes his head. "I've never done that."

"If you dream it tell Jane and she tell everyone."

"And where will I find Jane?"

"She in Belltower, or you just," [brainphone.]

"All right," he says. "I'll remember."

Pen nods. She plops her head onto her arms again.

"Wanna hug?"

"No," Pen sighs.