"Two years?" she asked her eyes getting wide. "That sucks," she shook her head. "I've only got one after this and I'm getting out of here. Back north where I belong," she smiled whimsically. "I want to open a bakery," she said proudly.

"I usually run around barefoot," she grinned. "I don't know how you're going to survive the warm weather in sneakers. Maybe a cooling spell," she suggested.