Sunshine lifts her glass in acknowledgment of their respective compliments. Johnny's all right, she decides, watching him eat her food with an approving grin. To Eliot, she adds, "It was a good cookie," as if that is the most relevant detail - and as if Eliot hasn't had her cookies before.

And in deference to Johnny being in her good books, Sunshine waves him off in a gesture that comes perilously close to taking out her beverage. Yikes. Better make sure that doesn't happen. She gives her untoppled glass a reassuring little stroke with her fingertip, as if it's a tiny, spooked animal (poor glass, shhh, it's okay, mommy won't hurt you), then returns her attention to Johnny.

"It's fine," she says, magnanimous in the face of these unsolicited apologies. Spike could take some pointers. "I'm glad you're doing okay." Not that she's been losing sleep over it, but she had felt kind of bad that he'd just wandered off into the proverbial sunset with nothing more than a few reference numbers and no place to stay. "And that dream was weird. Everyone was acting off." Turning to Eliot, and with something very like triumph, she adds, "We set a jacket on fire!"