'What do you think they're going to do to us when they find us guilty?' she says after a few minutes of silence have passed.
'Does now seem like the time for honesty?'
I look at her from the corner of my eye. 'I think they're going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.'
She laughs. I try not to--if I let myself laugh, I'll start to cry, too.