[Quentin smiles and picks up the best peach, offering it over to her. He knows in this world the barest details about peaches, the best kind, the juiciest, the ripest. He's had to hear about it for years. He looks very relaxed and at home at the moment, many of his anxieties stripped away from a simple life, so even though years have passed, he somehow looks younger with less emotional weight on him.

He sits on the ground and looks at Clarke instead of at the tiles. They'll always be there. It'll take decades more before they make any real sense to him.]

It's an interesting dissonance, having you Clarke in this memory, but it's nice too. This place makes a lot more sense than what we're used to.

[After a pause he makes a face and chuckles.] Well, in some ways. The puzzle, not so much. [He glances over at Teddy, caught in time and in rest.] It took me like forty more years from now to finish it?