Selphie watched him sorting out the cookie dough, and she couldn't shake the feeling that there had been a missed opportunity there. Surely if he'd wanted to, he would have? But then he was talking and she was roused out of thinking too deeply.

She walked over to the sink, still holding the spatula. "That wouldn't be fair. It's your turn to rest." Sure, she really could do with a lie down, but for a start they weren't even in an apartment, and two, he'd done enough already. Instead she smiled at Locke and held the spatula out for him, "Here. You have this and I'll get this stuff clean in no time." And she went straight to filling the sink with soup and hot water.