Overture Downs if memory serves

"Desperate times ask for desperate measures," Sarah grinned, surprised that a complete stranger had managed to wake that part of her, which actually could joke (dryly and darkly, but still) and banter as well. Another new and right, when she had believed that fun had died with everything else a year ago.

"Are you special?" she teased good-naturedly, again perplexed at, how easily this came now, when she had not been able to force herself to be either funny or entertaining for months.