Yeah, he remembers. How could he ever forget that loud mouth, as if that red hair weren't enough to get people's attention? He lifted up his hat and saw what she was holding. His eyes got big for a moment. "Crap..." which was much more underwhelming a reaction than last time had been.

He scrubbed his face. "Can it wait? I'm busy." Which would work even less well at home than it would here. He swung his legs off the couch and turned back toward the typewriter as if he were actually going to put something to paper.