"I would be happy to," she says quickly, perhaps too quickly she wonders after? Sybil has never understood Mary's ideas about leading on a potential suitor, it has always felt too much like lying to sit quite right with her. That he's asked has set off an entire flock of butterflies in her belly, a feeling she's nearly forgotten. "To have dinner, that is, and to help you. Both, I'd be happy to do both."

The MRI is nearly forgotten, the clunk of the machine reminding her. "Should we go see what they are scanning?"