"The two of us," Meredith agrees. She can't pretend she doesn't like that, in spite of all her protests. Maybe she isn't cut out for this, but there's nothing for it now but to jump in and do her damnedest to do right by Theresa all the same. With a little luck, she might not even be so bad at it. She glances down again, smiling. "You really think she likes me?"