“My planet sweet on a silver salver,” she said. “What?” he asked. “Dana, that makes no sense, none.” “What doesn’t?” Dana asked. “It’s a song lyric, Echo and the Bunnymen.” “Oh,” he said. “I don’t know them.” “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “No,” he said. “I suppose not.” “Besides, I came out here to have a break, I didn’t want …