When Eames comes through the door, it's preceded by a thump, a jangling of keys, and a fair amount of rustling before he manages to balance whatever he's carrying well enough to turn the knob and push the door open. What he's carrying is, it turns out, several paper bags filled to the brim with some manner of yellow tentacled....fruit? What is that, even. (This is why he isn't allowed to do the grocery shopping.)

"Aha, so you have been studying contortionism without me," he comments without missing a beat once he's inside. If he's spared a thought to the apparent bizarreness of his purchases, it doesn't show; instead he's strolling up to peer over Arthur's project, completely unhelpful and without much regard for personal space. Like you do.