Zana has stuffed one cookie in her face and is now attempting to store additional cookies in her pockets.

"I'm not sure that pockets are a good place to store cookies. Perhaps we should store them in the fridge?"

"Maybe," says Zana, with the air of someone who thinks their conversational partner is almost definitely trying to pull a fast one here.

"If you store cookies in your pockets, they will get all crumbly and you won't get to eat as much."

Karen kneels. "There's a fridge by my room that I bet nobody can stop us from getting to, do you want to store them there?"

Zana nods seriously and holds out her cookies.

"C'mon, I'll show you. Do you think Lev could come too, or should he not know where the cookies are?"

"Lev probably already knows where all the fridges are," says Zana, after a moment.

"Can't argue with that logic."

"I am an adult and can eat as many cookies as I want without having to steal them from four-year-olds."

"So's grandma."

"Grandma cannot eat all the cookies she wants," says Zana. "She is diamedic."

"I think if you can't eat all the cookies you want because you're diabetic that is not in fact fixed by stealing your cookies from four-year-olds."

"She DOESN'T EAT THEM," says Zana, in the world's loudest stage whisper. "She LOCKS THEM UP FOREVER."

"For like a day," translates Connor.

"I promise these cookies are not going to be locked up forever but after that you'll have to ask Karen."

"I think we can negotiate cookie policy after the soldiers have been fed," says Karen, before leading Zana off to put the cookies in the refrigerator.

Shortly after this, Zana discovers the playroom. She thinks that it is VERY GOOD but that it needs more spaceships. Connor follows her, poking suspiciously at various toys, occasionally nodding as though their presence confirms some unspoken theory.

"It can have more spaceships! What kind of spaceships do you want?"

"It needs a BIG one that I can sit in."

"That can happen!" He turns to Karen. "Do you think she'd like to watch a SpaceX launch?"

"I think she would probably be unable to talk about anything else for days."

"I'll ask Claire about it!"

Zana thinks this is EXCELLENT. She is going to draw a spaceship RIGHT NOW to show Lev what they look like.

(She can't hold markers the way she used to, anymore. She balls one hand into a fist to hold it and moves it around the page with the other.)

"Do you know how spaceships work?"

"The have fuel! And it burns! And if you burn enough you go WAY up into space."