Sinead hummed, pulling the car over to the side of the road by an office building. Leaving the car in neutral, she turned in her seat.<br/>"I hope that I can cook you dinner soon," she said, without clarifying if it was the plural<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>she used. Her eyes turned to Avi, who handed her her purse with a crooked smile. Sinead just responded to it with an almost knowing smile, before finally turning enough that she could properly face Tanis in the back seat.<br/>"I think we've put you through enough leftovers," she added, her smile becoming slightly brighter. To her left, Avi huffed out a chuckle; she knew her husband was competent in the kitchen, but she also knew better than to expect him to have cooked up anything while a client visited. "Hopefully we coincide an evening where I'm not working."