Touch was so important -- sometimes it was the most important thing -- so Monet really thought nothing of turning away from Jono's perceptual scowl and dropping her feet into Angelo's lap. "Don't mind him," she told Angelo lightly, needing so badly to tone down the seriousness before it threatened to overwhelm her. "He's just mad that Paige and I refuse to leave him alone."

"We won't leave you alone either." A beat, then: "Will someone please pour me a glass of wine?