"I had," he says, and though it may seem at first that he's not going to elaborate, once he's tossed that small towel over the edge of the sink, he too leans on the edge of a counter, arms folded across his chest, in the traditional About To Discuss A Thing In The Kitchen pose. We've all seen it many times before, surely.

"It was a miscalculation." Obviously, but Arthur doesn't seem able to let this one go. "You know how it usually works in the dream, how it sort of...shows you what you need to do. Sometimes it's more subtle, but if you know what you're looking for, it's hard to miss." He shifts his weight, gazing at no point in particular along the floor. "Well, I took the wrong cue."

He so loves being a fuck-up.