"Popcorn. I remember it well," she murmurs. "Oh, and you really could never go wrong with that General Tso's chicken, either." There'd been more than one night per week where either she or David had been in charge of dinner, and more often than not, it had been out of bags or those little white containers.

"There is something to be said for eating healthy," she's quick to add. For more reason than one, she's felt better here than she has in the time prior to her arrival. "And exercising regularly, although it was pretty easy to burn off those calories navigating Manhattan in high heels."