"How are you doing?" I asked softly while gently poking Fay's side with just the tip of my finger.
That much was absolutely necessary, given how much she liked to focus on driving when we were… well, driving.
Putting her foot on the brakes, Fay slowed the buggy down to a mere crawl before raising her eyes and taking a moment to think.
"I think I'm good?" she replied, struggling to give a concrete, comprehensive, and assured answer after a mere moment of self-check-up. "What about you?"
'Is it a good sign that even such a simple question is enough to fill me with happiness?' I asked myself when I sensed my skin prickle up as a wave of distant, slight pleasure moved up my spine.
"I'm perfectly fine," I replied, only to turn my smile into a slight grimace. "Or so I would be if things were making any damn sense!"
