Dinah held still, then nodded, and picked up the knife again. "Thanks," she said, voice very subdued. "For letting me see." Slice. Slice. Slice. Awwwwkward. "And sorry about the dream." Chop. Chop. Chop. See? All good.

Except for the part where she really, really needed to talk to Merlin and hope that her brain had been completely Spice-crazy during that last dream last night.