"From that place by the beach," says Harrow, recognizing the label on the small containers as Gideon takes them out of the bag. "No surprise there."

She picks up the sorbet, taking a spoon from Gideon when it's offered. Her first spoonful is small, just a taste to prime herself for the rest; the citrus is bright on her tongue, more tart than sweet. It's exactly what she'd want.