For a moment, her face hardens. The last thing she wants to do is talk about Ianto with him. Most days, she doesn't want to talk about Ianto with anyone; he's like a secret which she guards - doesn't matter what anyone else knew about him. Still, her face melts again. It's not Sam Merlotte's fault that he's handsome and she has the worst luck in the world.

She nods.

"Bet somebody's told you that that happens all the time around here," she says. "I got a couple of years and plenty of stories to tell Cadi. I got luckier than most." She set a glass on the bar in front of him and slid back onto her stool. "So where in the world in Bon Temps?"