Hunter gets a smirk, and she reaches over to playfully chuck him under the chin. "My advice only works so well because you do such a good job following it," she teases.

"No, not always the same," she agrees with Jim, "but consider how most of the people who get cursed end up. We're the functional ones out of our little coterie." She shrugs and sips her water, wishing she'd ordered another martini now. But that's no good kind of coping. "So we kinda have to stick together. Hunter's easy to want to have around."

No, she won't always give up when asked. She kind of has a thing about ditching her friends when they need her. He would too. Nobody said having Verity around was all sunshine and roses, and if they did, the listener clearly forgot about the thorns. "I can. But I can't always figure out which part is which. Look, Jim, I appreciate the concern, but please don't worry too much if you slip up. Everybody trips it sometimes. I trip it sometimes. It's a headache, not the end of the world. Just try to be forgiving when I need some space, and I'll try to be forgiving when you're being human. Okay?"