Mealtime conversations were always freewheeling but hadn’t been nearly as interesting since Theresa and I had parted ways. I often found my mind drifting while the others argued the fine points of Quinlan life. Bridget would probably be very interested, and in fact might be replaying the sessions as fast as they could be transferred across the SCUT connection. I snapped back to attention, though, when Gil said, "Hey, Sam, your pet is back."