Because she's not an animal, Janet puts away the ice cream and stacks the bowls and spoons in the sink before she goes. She gives Galahad a little half-salute before she actually splits, and as she walks away, tote bag over her shoulder, she can't totally deny there's the littlest hint of a spring in her step. It's been a while since she put her mind to something, then pulled it off with sheer bloody-minded determination. It feels good.