She watches him with her eyes warm and her heart feeling so full and contented she doesn't know how it isn't bursting. "Last one to finish is a rotten egg," she teases, and heads back to the bathroom, undoing the halter strap of her dress as she goes.

There's a flash of bare shoulders and back before she closes the door, and the sound of Sharon chuckling to herself. Someone has to think she's funny, and it may as well be herself.