Ellie watches the whole display, arms crossed, sceptical. Really, who can blame her? This has been a trying day and a totally impossible conversation. Daisy holds out her hand, and Ellie has to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Come on, like something's really going to happen?

But then, something does happen. The vase shatters into pieces. Ellie actually jumps at the sound, both because she's a little jumpy just in general, given everything, and because she hadn't been expecting it.

"Holy shit!" she says, staring wide-eyed at the glass shards that were once a vase.

"Can you do that again?" she asks, looking back to Daisy, scepticism replaced by something like excitement, anticipation.