Meredith arches an eyebrow, equally as adverse to thinking about that. It's hard to avoid it, though, to do anything but consider the implications and how absolutely impossible it seems that they'll both be here this time next year. And then there's the idea of committing to another year with him -- that she could love him that much, that that could be enough, when she doesn't know how to make that long even back where, if people vanish, it's of their own choosing. Though her smile doesn't fade, it shifts, a touch more strained as she shrugs. "I'm not really big on traditions," she says, and that serves her better here even than it did at home. It's safer not to make plans, safer not to expect anything, she's known that for a long time. "But I think I could make an exception."