“All I’m asking,” the younger one said, “is whether you think it’s a good idea.”
“And all I’m saying is that I shouldn’t – can’t – tell you that.”
“I’m a first-in scout.”
“What’s that got to do with it?”
“Because I’m a first-in scout. Hear my meaning. I’m in a profession defined by hurling ourselves into the deep unknown with almost no idea of who or what we might find, then when we do find it, poking it repeatedly to see if it does something interesting. If I had a normal soph’s risk appetite, I’d have gone into Survey work, or the family trade, or become an accountant. I became a first-in scout because I’m chronically insensitive to caution. We all are.”
She took a deep breath.
“And that is why you should never ask me for advice on what’s appropriate for you.”