Other, lesser women might be put off by their takeaway order being memorized – but not Mindy. She's totally flattered, beaming brightly at the fact. She can only hope that they also remember her tendency to take it out on their tip if the food takes longer than she does to realize just how hungry she is.

"A B minus isn't terrible," Mindy reminds him, and she can't help but think of how she'd recounted her sex dream about him. God, that must have been a million years ago. She inches a little closer, much more comfortable in her kitchen now that she's not actually cooking. "It's better than average. It's just, not, like, knocking my socks off. Or stockings, technically."