Steph's smile is, for a second, vivid, real, light in her eyes. Then it's gone, as if nothing was ever there save that bland, sweet little curve of her lips.

"We certainly do."

Getting up early, for one thing. Being bored, trudging from class to class. Oh, she likes teaching the children, she's coming to love her students, but it's certainly not the thrill she's used to.

This, though. This sparring with Jo. That's what's put a smile on her face.

Jo's dangerous. And that makes her fun.

"But some sacrifices are well worth the making, don't you think? Such a nice morning to be inside drinking butterbeer."