"whatever it is the answer is no," says susan, dropping her coat and purse on a nearby chair. she goes to the dresser and begins to remove her jewelry, watching peter in the mirror.

"i've never known you to make rash decisions," peter replies undisturbed. "has miraz changed you that much?"

"it's not me who's changed, peter. and get your shoes off my bed."

"it's miraz's bed." but still, peter slides off the bed, leaving a mess of cards on the covers that ticks off the type-a personality in her. "you just lie in it."

"whose bed i lie in is no longer any concern of yours."

peter puts his hands on her shoulders and she shrugs them off. "i think my sister is always going to be a concern of mine."