Parker frowned, remembering the crush she'd had on him at thirteen, then said, "Something. I don't know. Jarod and I-- there are no good definitions. No one-word ones, anyway." She smiled then, breaking off another piece of brownie. "I like that idea. Paris. Or Prague. Bokhara. I'll turn a corner, and there Xander will be. Or you'll do that, and call me to tell me, 'guess who I ran into?' and hand over the phone to him."