Billy faltered for a moment. The need for time alone was very understandable, and he was fully prepared to leave when she started laughing---and as it was rather infectious, he did too.

"Thanks," he grinned, conjuring up a treadmill on the spot to get warmed up. He'd work up from a jog to a run, then start stretches and twists. There was so much he'd practiced, he couldn't wait to show her! A year of training had, he hoped, done some good.

"The Sensorium actually makes passable smoothies," he suggested, "if you wanted to grab one when we're done. The first one got all over my face, though."