The bell makes her jump, worried that some concerned neighbor has come over to check on the strange car in her driveway, but thankfully there's a simple explanation.

"Probably a good idea."

She hadn't noticed herself getting hungry, but now that he mentions it, it sounds good. Plus they don't have to bargain with the refrigerator.

They pass the rest of the day somewhat more calmly, looking through her older self's things, trying to strike a balance between respecting her privacy and seeking clues. Eventually, she gives up on it all and takes a long bath. All the luxury of a fine hotel, but with products and scents exactly to her taste.

And then... it's time to address the question of bed. She takes the liberty of borrowing her own pyjamas; they're nicer than the ones they bought at the mall, so apparently she's doing all right for herself.

"We ought to get some rest," she says, carefully casual. It's the opening move to a chess game of persuasion she's been thinking through since lunch.