"I will!" Of course she wanted a song and dance number, who do you think you were talking to, Eames? But her words, coupled with a stamp of her foot, and Nancy's not sure she's ever been more of a teenager in her life.

But this time, when Eames dismisses it, Nancy's a bit more ready. She takes a moment, breathes, and sits back down, going for her own wine. "I just really like him, is all," she says, as though that excuses her from being a rational human.