He is carrying just the one shopping bag, made of plain brown paper; he lifts it slightly as though to show off its lacklustre appearance. "For work." No fun is being had, nothing to see here, etc. (If only she could have seen him at the pet shop.)

Since she's turned, the blouse receives a longer and more considerate look—but when Erik goes on his thoughts seem to have skipped ahead. "Have you eaten yet?"