Comments like these remind Caitlyn the two of them have had very, very different upbringings indeed. But as she watches Vi flomp onto the bed, arms sprawled out and toes brushing the carpeted floor, the contentment in her face is so precious that any tension knotting up her chest eases almost immediately.

"Glad they're up to par," she replies, dropping onto the mattress beside her. "Does the lady approve, then?"