"Don't get too excited, it might still be shitty," she says, staring at the plates in front of them. It's easier to focus on the meal at hand than the talk that's coming after. "It's round three of the replicating serum using boar steak as a control," she explains. "If it's good, I'll keep replicating it. If it's bad, then back to the drawing board."

She pours herself a glass of water, scowls when it isn't like the scotch she wants, and fixes plates for the both of them. And, because it's always been proven to calm her down, she leans over the table to grab Jim by the shirt and haul him into a kiss. "Missed you."