She laughs as she settles in beside him, handing over a plate and going after the takeout containers with a fistful of silverware, popping each one open and sticking a fork or spoon in for digging out its contents.

"It's funny you should ask that, and I'm going to ignore now neatly it might tie into that complacency I'm trying to shake off. I just put a down payment on a townhouse in Flyside, I can hopefully move in after the first of the month. It's got a yard, I can put in one of those dog flaps and George won't have to be cooped up all day long."

George, right on cue, leans into her as if he knows he's being talked about. And also, perhaps, to remind her he's right there should she want to drop anything out of one of these containers, he's just saying.

"And it's closer to Jack's offices so I won't be on the train all day long getting back and forth."