SYN is Alive (and has sexual feelings)
Criddle was standing in the doorway, staring around the kitchen. "I'm hungry." "I'll make us some dinner, then." Callum set about preparing some modern foods. Criddle would just eat whatever Callum made. If left alone, he would probably starve to death. He sat at the counter, elbows on the surface, face in hands. Callum was wearing a frilly apron and humming Glaring Dream, smiling like a happy house wife as he made dinner. Criddle watched him navigate the kitchen with practiced ease. Callum smiled or grinned almost all the time. Criddle never stopped wondering how he could do that. Callum set about preparing some modern foods.
Claire was also there, because really they were not in a kitchen at all, they were in a studio, Callum and Criddle were so focused on each other that it was several minutes before they noticed these seemingly obvious facts about their location. The sudden revelation, both about there whereabouts and the fact that it was sometime after midnight and before 2am (which is hardly the time for dinner), didn't stop Callum from continuing to prepare their food in his frilly apron, which he did happily, of course. Claire, unphased by Callums good looks in his sexy dinner-cooking attire, was checking for texts - sometimes she would pretend to have dirty sext competitions with her listeners "as a joke" but really she did it because reading them in a sultry voice caused her clitoris to swell. At the moment the text page was scattered with texts from slaps confessing her love for Angelina Jolies boobs, but they were all ignored, because it's a well known fact that nobody gives a shit about slaps. The room was awkwardly silent, Criddle was admiring Callum, who was in turn busy cooking dinner, and noone really needed to say anything anyway because Claire had very recently started playing a track with sexual undertones - again, not specifically because it added to the humour of the show (although that was always her cover up story), but because it turned her on. The track finished, and Criddle and Callum returned to their places - Claire noticed they were sitting strangely close, closer than usual, Listeners all over Melbourne and creepy people on the internet noticed the heavy breathing Callum was doing into his microphone, not that they were particularly bothered, as they knew it was only a matter of time before he said something sexist and got his mic turned off anyway.