"How have we let this go on so long?" Annie asked, worriedly as she went to the door. "It's the greatest meal of the weekend."

Annie negotiated in the hallway with whoever had brought the food for a moment, then signed the slip he gave her (with Diego's name, omg subterfuge) before digging out a couple of fifties from her pocket and adding them in when she handed it back and ushered him away. (Look at that, she was a person who bought silence, now. So weird.)

"The big thing that separates brunch from breakfast," Annie told Rey, pulling the stacked cart the guy had brought into the room, "is that brunch is just code for 'I slept in but I still want breakfast food.'"