"Thank you. And it goes well with your dad's batter. So."

He's not-so-secretly pleased that he's offering her something both unusual and personal and she genuinely likes it. He did that with the fishdive, and the night at the ballet, and now his grandmother's style of crepes, and every time she's met him with warmth and delighted surprise.

It's never been easy for him to share so much of himself with someone. But the more he shares with Molly, the more he finds he wants to tell her, as if he could open windows into his mind palace and let her look in.

"Crepes on Sundays, Dr. Mario, and fishing," he muses. "Based on what I know about you I wouldn't have guessed."