The various sounds of the kitchen - and her own quiet but incessant tittering - do a decent job of masking most of the conversation going on outside. But even without trying to eavesdrop, she catches some of it. Or enough to get that 'brunch' is apparently a novel concept to Johnny. How very frigging quaint, she thinks, not unkindly, but with the particular brand of world-weariness endemic to those in the restaurant business.

"Brunch," she echoes emphatically from her post. "And it's going to be goddamn delicious. I brought muffins!"