Luke acts all injured at her accusation of lies, but she just looks at him over her glasses and over her latte. "Explain. I can even add a 'please' if you ask really nicely."

"I just -- well, I wanted that internship, if you must know."

He seems about to say something more, but he's cut off by Darcy bursting out laughing. Really? That's going to be his story? And here she was going to give him at least a little credit for his skills in the lies department.

Luke just looks tragic. "I know, I know," he says. "You were the only applicant, I know. It was -- well, I was stupid. I wrote the application deadline onto my calendar on the wrong month, and by the time I realized my mistake it was too late. Believe me, I did a lot of yelling at myself over that one. The opportunity of a lifetime! To get to actually do work on the topic I really love, with someone as talented and dedicated as Dr Foster!" He sinks down in his chair, and presses his face into his hands. "Oh, I still can't believe I actually did that to myself."

Darcy goes still partway into that little speech. It's not that she believes him, because she totally doesn't. It's just that, well, it's a sentiment she understands. It's not like she'd purposely chosen to do an internship as far out of her chosen field as possible -- it was just that she hadn't been accepted for the internships she had wanted, for the things she did care about, and she'd been left going "screw that" and applying to every single internship she could that was still open. Credits were credits, even if they were totally useless to her.

But she's still fucking angry about not getting that digital censorship position, and it's that that leads her to sigh, and say, "Yeah."