All these dishes are house specials. The recipes are so secret that they've never been written down. Just executed. Matt continues the humming, it's sort of a tune, sort of not. He's not a musician but can carry a tune. Whatever it is, it's their own.

"I haven't. I have no reason at all to stop. You'd have to make me. I don't know if that would work though at this point." If he has to say it once or a thousand times he will. With or without the juvenile tone. Seated and holding her in his lap it's like they're replacing the bed or the couch or the floor or the favorite chair, they could be like this anywhere. Nexus, Hell's Kitchen and beyond.

"I love taking care of you, being close to you. ...you basically." She affirms the belief that he can nurture, care and not just clobber. There's gentleness not just violence to share with other people.