Her kitchen looks exactly as he imagined, which is exactly how Max used to keep it. She does know her stuff, doesn't she? (Because, naturally, Erik assumes Max sets the bar.)

"Now, that, I do remember. Max always drilled that into me, I promise you." He does as he's told and goes to the sink with his sleeves neatly rolled past the elbows. He's used to washing his hands for other reasons, these days, but that does mean he's efficient at it.

"What's that you're humming?"