[She laughs again at the face he's making, apparently content to wait until he gets himself a new drink - ideally one with an umbrella - before settling down to sip her champagne with the ease of an F. Scott Fitzgerald heroine.]

Scott says you've been here for a year. Do you know how much has happened in Beacon Hills in the last year? I don't know how much to tell you, or if you even want to know.