Liz walked into the kitchen, tying her robe while she went, surprised by what she found in the kitchen.

"Jack, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

Jack turned around only wearing his dress shirt and pants, his jacket draped on the chair next to him. In his hands he held a plate of apple pie.

She gasped, "And you're eating my pie? Now that's just downright unamerican."

He gave her a skeptical look "You're wrong Lemon, this is extremely American. It's apple pie."

She still gives him a look that could kill. He retorts "Oh come on, like you've never done this before."

Liz smiles, yanks the plate out of his hands and throws his jacket in his face. "Yes, I have, but that's not the point." "We" she indicates 'we' by pointing her fork at the both of them "can't go into work together, people will suspect things. I'm such a horrible horrible person, sleeping with my boss."

She stuffs a huge piece of pie into her mouth as she begins the first stress eating portion of the day.

He smiles, "Lemon, come on. This is good for the both of us. Your personal life will finally be in check. We can both come into work with better moods, before you know it the quality of your show greatly improves."

She glares at him, puts the dish in the sink, and starts for the door.

He follows, putting on his jacket. "I mean, your show is great, but think how much better it will be now?" She remains silent, still heading for he door. "You're doing that thing where you pretend that you're mad at me, but you're really not. Just think about what I said."

She opens the door, gives him a small smile. "Out, Jack. I have to get ready for work."

Jack laughs, stepping around her and turning around to face her. "Come on Lemon, like I haven't seen you undressed before. Kiss goodbye?" he leans in.

Liz blushes and looks away, so that he only hits her cheek. She prays to God that no one heard that.

Jack laughs, backs away slowly. "Oh ho ho, she wants to be courted. Okay, I can do that. Dinner tonight? Seven o' clock?".

She leans against the door, nods a small 'yes' but still urging him to leave, now. He acknowledges her and blows a kiss, then turns around and walks forward.

"Oh, Liz." he says while he turns around. He indicates something explicit with his hands "Thanks for the pie!".

Liz really opens her mouth in shock, trying to close the door as quickly as she can. He smiles a devilish grin as he walks further down the hallway.

Liz leans against the back of the door, covering her face with her hands and begins to laugh hysterically. She allows herself a smile before she walks to the shower.