She only lets go of his hand to open the fridge and retrieve the bottle of cold white wine, then reaches up, retrieving another glass for him before she pours. Her sad attempt at a pie – cherry again, they're in season here, sits forlorn on the countertop, utterly forgotten by her.

When she turns to give him his glass, her eyes are shining. "All I was hoping for tonight was to talk to you before bed."