Maggie laughs. Hovering is one thing--Daryl's particular approach to making sure people are okay is something else. It's different coming from someone she's known for years.

"Ate most of a pie the other day," she tells him. New memories are perfect for this kind of talk--the kind that's busy nailing floorboards over the places that've rotted out. One conversation at a time, this is what'll make things right again. And even leaving that aside, she has the feeling Daryl's going to like this story. "I talked Sasha and Enid into having slices, too, but the rest of it..."

She shrugs, giving him a sidelong, mock-innocent look.