Happiness. Happiness was family and good food and whatever else people tried to sell to you. Happiness was spring for some, but not for snowmen. It was a very human question, but not one Susan had heard for a long time.

"I was, definitely when my parents were still alive. And time spent with my grandfather was always nice. Happiness is such a weird thing to define though, isn't it? Can you be full time happy or are you just pleased with life then?" She wasn't sure if this was a good answer or if she was philosophizing. "I guess usually I'm the default feeling for mortals? Life is going on? Happy feels like sisuch a children's word, I think."