[ Their friendship has evolved to Michael understanding her, understanding what she's trying to say, even if she doesn't get all the way there in the end. Somehow, he's come to know her and how her mind works better than anyone else on the planet. She's never had a friend like him before, and it means something to her. Not that she knows how to express it. ]

You mean have someone write my every thought aloud? I could never make someone suffer like that, it'd be ramblings about weed knots and cross-pollination rates. How utterly boring for this imaginary being.

[ Seriously, she can't imagine the fun in that, and it isn't as if she won't ever get the boring things done, just that...she might complain about them a little before she does. But now she's distracted, and her head tilts ever so slightly as they speak about Baby. ]

Men and vehicles is an obsession I've never understood. But as for Baby, I have not held it. The way you say that makes me a bit glad I haven't while unaware. [ She's actually glad for the head's up and looks at Michael warily. ] What is it, exactly, that the seal can do?