"I don't have any good stories."

Edge, grumpy, did not want to be here. In no small part because a-Qing had found a friend here on the train, which reminded him quite sharply that he'd never seen a single person he knew, and had bid farewell to enough people here that it still stung. If he had a good excuse, he'd have pushed her off when she tried to drag him here; now, he was contemplating simply leaving, manners and courtesy be damned.

"I pass."