And how great would that look, if, say, Eames were to pop by? A hot, shirtless American, and Nancy in her robe with her makeup on. Eames probably wouldn't care, and would just help himself to a beer, but that wasn't the point.

Still. It was nice to look.

She sits down, and starts looking into the containers, helping herself to a few spoonfuls. Then she stops. "What- our?"