*Meg snags a spoon, and fills it with ice cream, but doesn't actually eat it yet.*

It's just - different, I guess.

*She's quiet for a moment, and then says, a little hopelessly,* Je ne sais pas - it almost doesn't feel real. I mean, it's been so long - it doesn't actually feel as if it's over yet, tu sais?


*She pops the spoon in her mouth, firmly, and says around it, muffled,*
- I think he needs to go on a date or something with someone else. I think that needs to happen soon.