"Jamie!" It's nothing that should delight her, this idea of any of her friends--especially not Jamie, whose rage she'd seen well enough before, directed to a far more appropriate victim--pummeling David or anyone else who might upset her in the name of righting a wrong. Certainly, it's nothing that should make her laugh, brief and bright, as it does now. "He definitely hasn't, believe me. We're still very much together, and it's..." Rosie trails off, smiling. "I haven't anything to compare it to, really, but I'm awfully happy."

She takes another sip of water, watching Jamie pet Beau. "That would be nice, wouldn't it?" she says. "I know Sabrina had Salem while she was living there, her cat, but that was a bit of a special circumstance." How special, she doesn't explain, not wanting to give up any of what feels a bit like a secret. "But they should let you have a dog, or even just have a dog or cat or something that lives there--one everyone can enjoy."