Roxie slid a plate laden with a few different kinds of sandwiches in front of Joe, along with a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade. "It's funny," she said, "the sorts of things we fool ourselves into thinking."

Yeah, there was enough baggage in that room, right then, to fill an entire baggage claim area at LaGuardia.

She reached back into the fridge and came out with an oversized container of potato salad, which she carefully scooped out into a large bowl before passing that over to Joe as well.

One didn't just come home and not eat.

Roxie nodded her head and leaned against the counter opposite her friend, pulling all of her long, dark brown hair over to one side, absently brushing through it with her fingers. "Anytime you want to go, I'm game," she smiled.

And then, after a moment's hesitation, "...I don't want to pry, but..." she paused. "You know, never mind. I'm glad you're back."