Okay. Okay. She doesn't need consciousness-expanding magic to help her see some of what's going on here. And the good old 'shove and excuse to shove off' move seems like a good idea from the perspective of being Hunter's friend, except... she has no idea how Schön would take that.

First things first: Schön gets a nod. She'll accept his explanation without further concern. "I almost miss the days when people just ate a pot brownie and a bag of Cheetos," she mock-laments. "Kids these days."

"Our project. It's his art collection, I'm just the bookkeeper." She's not just the bookkeeper. But she doesn't like to brag. Still, there's a little flinch she tries to hide behind taking a sip of her soda; even her own lies hurt. "What kind of job would you like, darling?"