Feeling almost inexorably pulled into Susan's orbit, Janet turns, too, so they're finally face to face. After sitting side by side for all that time, with the plausible deniability of looking at the ceiling or the roiling jets of the Jacuzzi, it's a pleasant little shock to see Susan's face, the pink of her cheeks and the fullness of her mouth. A prosecco-stupid part of her wants to say hi instead of continuing the game, but she likes the game, too. "Good thinking," she says archly instead. "Our dwarves are fantastically skilled builders and craftspeople. And, of course, all four kings and queens of Fillory are exceptional magicians. Three of us graduated from Brakebills and one from Esquith, in Tasmania."