"That was utter hell," Howard grumbled, as he and Raj entered the Wolowitz house.

"Don't be so hard on yourself," Raj answered.

"You're right. I should be yelling at you. Where were you when Kripke was yelling at me for fifteen minutes?"

"Hiding!"

Bernadette, swollen with pregnancy and watching TV, muted the show upon hearing their voices. Struggling to get up, she turned and looked at them. "Hey," she said, a little breathlessly. "Howard, my sister Cecile is coming this Wednesday with some baby-themed gifts."

"Cecile?" Howard made a face. "When last did you see her?"

"Oh...fifteen years ago," Bernadette answered airily. "I hope she's more likeable now."

"Don't worry, I'm sure she's grown up a lot," Howard answered.

"She damn well better have," Bernadette grumped, shifting easily from loving wife into angry dragon. "Otherwise I'm kicking her sorry butt out of this house."

"Great. So what's for dinner?" Howard asked.

"You're the chef, you decide."

"Me? But I've never really cooked before."

"Yeah, well, your training begins now." Bernadette headed for the stairs, which she ascended on nearly stomping feet.

In her absence, Howard looked at Raj. "Want some pizza?"

"Sure."

Howard picked up his iPhone. "Siri, call Tarantino's," he instructed, and put the phone to his ear once Siri was quiet. "Hi, Tarantino's? I'd like a delivery. One medium pepperoni, one medium meat lovers', and one large diet Coke." He paused at the rather familiar voice that came on to confirm his order. "Priya?" he asked suddenly, making Raj look up. "Priya Koothrappali, is that you?"

A click following the delay was his only answer. Howard hung up. "Huh. Guess her law thing fell through."

"Give it - give it." Raj took the phone from him. "Siri, call Tarantino's."

Howard watched him expectantly.

"Hello, Tarantino's? This is Rajesh Koothrappali." Raj smiled at the familiar sound of his sister's voice. "What are you doing back in town? ...Whoa, okay, okay. Call me on your break. ...No, our order hasn't changed. ...Howard's place. ...Thanks." He hung up and gave Howard's iPhone back.

"Blew you off, did she?"

"A little bit. But she'll call me back soon...I think. Hey, listen," he added, as Howard turned away. "Don't tell Leonard."

"Why would I? He's married."

"Yes, that's exactly it. I don't want Leonard to blow things with Penny."

"Fine. In the spirit of saving their marriage, shouldn't we also not tell Sheldon?"

"We definitely should not," Raj confirmed. "And maybe not Penny, either, because she thinks telling secrets in confidence is not telling secrets."

"Yes, I know...She burned me a few times."

"So you got spit on by Marcy Grossman a thousand years ago. Get over it."