"'Cause I've got any right to judge that, considering what my skill is," Sookie says skeptically. No matter how acute, Will's empathy can be passed off as well-developed intuition, but there isn't much Sookie can do to duck around the fact that she can read thoughts. "Even Will gave me the most nervous look when he found out."

She pours a couple glasses of rum, giving Robin a more generous amount than her own, the glass sliding smoothly across the table and coming to a stop shortly before his hand.

"I assume buying scarves is a euphemism?" she asks, wrinkling her nose sheepishly.