"Oh," Kit said, and laughed out loud. "You mean, like we're normal. We're beginning to sound like our parents." Nita had to laugh at that too. "You may have something there." But then the amusement went out of her. "Oh, Kit," she said, " I'm going to miss you. I miss you already, and I haven't left." "Hey, c'mon," he said, and punched her in the shoulder. "You'll get over it. You'll meet some guy over there and. . ." "Don't joke," Nita said, irritable. "I don't care about meeting "some guy over there". They're probably all geeks. I don't even know if they speak the same language." "Your aunt does." "My aunt is American," Nita said. "Yeah, they speak English over there," Kit said. "It's not all just Irish." He looked at Nita with a concerned expression. "Come on, Neets. If life hands you lemons, make lemonade. You can see a new place, you can probably meet some of their wizards. They'll be in the directory. Neets. give it a chance," he said, glancing around them. He picked up a rock too, turning it over and over in his hands. "Where are you going to be? Dublin? Or somewhere else?" "That's all there is," Nita said grimly. "Dublin, and the country. All potato fields and cow pastures." "Saw that in the manual, did you?" Nita rolled her eyes. Kit could be incredibly pedantic sometimes. "No." Kit sighed and looked at her. "I'm going to miss you too," he said. "I miss you already." She looked at him, and saw it was true: and the bad mood fell off her, or mostly off, replaced by a feeling of unhappy resignation. "It's only six weeks," she said then. Kit's face matched her feeling. "We'll do it standing on our heads," he said. Nita smiled at him unhappily. Since wizards did not lie outright, when one tried to stretch the truth,