"None taken," she replied, although there was a little taken. It always irritated Ariadne when someone said they had no time or interest or talent in music. Music was such an essential component of life. It was communication in the rawest, most vital sense. The rhythm of life.

She knew better than to proselytize, though.

No one would take her seriously, anyway.

Again, she couldn't help but wonder what Thirteen had been thinking when she made Ariadne a Legend. She was no hero. She was nothing.

"What's that?" she asked quietly, looking at the bit of glass. "A gift from our host?"