"Hi, can I--" Danny slides his eyes to the side, phone pressed to his ear for all of four seconds before a dead tone starts ringing. "Okay... They recognized your number," he explains with a shrug, jabbing at a button and setting the phone down on the counter top. "Usual order's on its way."

Bracing an arm beside the vase, he hooks one foot over the other, hand coming to settle on his hip, managing to look both incongruous and at home in her kitchen. "Run that B minus by me again...?"