We won't get better if we don't work at it. I know what I want.
[There's this, under Anya's canniness: something rock-steady, solid and calm, conviction with the sharp edges of zeal worn smooth under solemn experience.]
Mom, you mean?
[As gentle as she's ever been, an unavoidably sad. She nods.]
[Spam]
[There's this, under Anya's canniness: something rock-steady, solid and calm, conviction with the sharp edges of zeal worn smooth under solemn experience.]
Mom, you mean?
[As gentle as she's ever been, an unavoidably sad. She nods.]