"Do we have to beg for muffins?" Look at that pout. It may well be the same boy she knew, sulking about not getting a treat immediately, except that the manner with which he drops into the seat is totally changed. For the better maybe—more confident, more self-possessed.

But less in earnest eagerness, at least here and now.

"Thanks for this," he says, looking down at his teacup. "I'm certain this isn't easy on you."