"No, don't apologize," Roxie said with a chuckle. "You weren't here ten minutes ago when I was surrounded by pie and cake and a bunch of other pastries." She paused. "Which, I'm sorry, but I left no baked goods for anyone. Though there might be ice cream, if you're interested?" She was already in the freezer, digging around, before coming out with a trio of ice cream cartons. Rocky road, peanut butter banana chip, and dulce de leche.

She set the cartons in front of Joe, with a sextet of spoons. It was only the two of them, after all, and grocery day was fast approaching.

"I was about to asking something incredibly personal, and I realized that I shouldn't pry," she said. "Are the sandwiches okay?" This was asked as she pried the lid off of the peanut butter banana monstrosity and dug into it.