"Exactly baby. She's just a kid. A sweet, little girl," he pauses, "with a good sense of smell." Kevin leans forward in his chair, eyeing the little girl standing behind Jareth. "Hi little one. Would you like some pizza," he asks pushing the box over so she can see it. Karen nods slowly, but her eyes shift to Jareth. "It's okay. He's eating pizza too. He has a weakness for it," Kevin tells her. "Come on around. You can sit over here. I'll get you something to drink." She runs around the table quickly, never taking her eyes off Jareth. "What would you like to drink?" "Water." "Water? No tea?" She shakes her head no. "okay." He gives Jareth a look as he goes to get a glass. 'Okay love. Here's your chance.'