"That is so a deal," Zephyr laughed. He leaned over closer on the couch, plate listing to what would have been a dangerous angle if he'd had any berries left, and not just a big glob of somewhat peppery whipped cream. Offering Teresa his sparkly arm and all the flowers there, he said: "Woul, you kinda gotta touch me. Then it's like I can hear what's goin on in your head. cept 's really not so much like hearin. An it only works one way, 'm afraid."