I'll grab a box next time I stop at my gym. [ And she clarifies, as if she needs to show that she's trying to play the good girl role. ] Buy. Not sticky fingers grab.

[ But, she shoots him a glare mid-bite. If word gets out that she's just as bad with the jokes... her street cred goes out of the window. When her and Peter were at odds, be it personal or professional, she was quick to call his jokes stupid but... she didn't mind them a bit now.

She's going to seriously cash in on Matt for spilling the beans, though. ]

If you're a clone, there has to be some give-away. Something that isn't exact. A mole... a missing scar... [ Sweet words, teasing and light indicate something else but she doesn't quite get there. ] Oh. Yeah, sorry, babe but – business isn't for everyone. Maybe take a community college class before... investing... in that.

[ Truthfully? She's been thinking about it herself. For one reason or another, her private investigation business shuttered its windows – but... hm. Makes her think a revival may not be too far off. ]

Good? [ The toast. ] Weirdly goes well with a bottle of wine. Huh. Ya learn something new every day.