There's still a chance: depending on lunch, Selina half intends to leave them in his car. She's gotten better at that, in general - at not feeling like she has to cling to what little she has, at adjusting on the fly and not being angry with everyone around her when she's really just angry at herself.

Okay. She's still working on that last part.

When the car doors begin to open, Selina just laughs. She doesn't say wow, seriously, doesn't roll her eyes at him. She just gives him a look, and lets that say it all.

"Chinese. Chicago can't make decent lo mein to save their lives."