There's a protesting sound from the circle of people, and Ces - on one knee and with her hand already caught up in Flint's - rounds on the freshman making it with one finger raised and voice a far more sugary approximation of her mother's. "None of that," she says. "Just spin it again, hon."

Then she's back on her feet, hand sliding up to link itself into the crook of Flint's elbow with a bright smile for what is clearly flattery. She'll take it, but it's flattery. "Oh, it's definitely not for everybody. And I'm more than happy to read with you anytime, but not too bad for a few hours, huh?"