It was out of place. Jane knew it was odd, she wouldn't deny it if someone said so. But it was also a distraction, an opportunity to take the bad and put it on the shelf for a while to remember that good, nice things did exist. It wouldn't do to forget that, after all.

Jane smiles, and kneels down so she can talk to Ib eye-to-eye. "Is there anything you'd like to do?"