"Pleeeease don't tell me that you've bought into his picky eating. There's an iron stomach in there." Once Karen takes the baskets Foggy reaches for Verity's hand. It's a warm, two handed shake.

She's pretty! Of course she's pretty. Matt and his sixth sense for attractive women. It's uncanny. And the smell coming out of her bounty is another big plus. But...pussy willows? Foggy eyes the vase and branches as they drift away. Before anything else he is compelled to say, "thanks for the eats! We were probably going to starve over options."