[Dolores has seen for herself how terrible, how destructive anger can be when it isn't dealt with in the right way. How things can fester and poison families and communities because everyone is trying to pretend that everything is fine. It isn't a mistake she is going to make again, not home and not here, and though she doesn't mean to lecture she would be surprised that her words had hit so close to home for the young man sat next to her.

While he's quiet, thinking, she prises the top off her pumpkin and pushes up her sleeves, not hesitating to stick one hand inside to scoop the seeds out.]

I'm glad you have a happy life. [She looks to him with a smile, very genuine when she says it. He could be lying, covering things up... but in the end that isn't something that is for Dolores to pry into. She can see it well enough in his face that what she said struck him and she doesn't need to know why.] Really. But I don't think it is so much 'practice' as, mm... being mindful of how your actions affect others, you know? That isn't so difficult to do.