"Why don't you have a seat, dear," comes Norma's response as she pilots Brier by the shoulders around the counter and into a chair, a couple chairs away from Harold Finch. "This is what passes for a restaurant around here--but don't worry about paying, that's not how it works," she adds, going back around the counter. "Here, I've got some pie, while I heat something up. Do you want tea, either of you? Hot tea?"

She doesn't wait for answers, just disappears briefly into the back and leaves the two of them in awkward silence.