Mrs. Kipling is shown lounging around the penthouse, making some noises. Ravi walks in. "Good evening, Mrs. Kipling. So glad to see how enthusiastic you are about staying home all night with everything you could possibly need."

Mrs. Kipling makes some more noises and extends her tongue.

Ravi cups one of his hears and leans forward intently. "What's that Mrs. Kipling? You want me to rub your achy tired feet?" He glances at his feet and then to particularly no one says, "On second thought, we can skip the foot rub tonight, right?" Mrs. Kipling makes a few more noises and saunters back into the corner of the room.

Emma enters the room with the package of Pringlets. "Hey Ravi, want some Pringlets? They're totally sodium-free and disgusting," Emma smiles big, holding out the package to Ravi.

Ravi eyes Emma suspiciously. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"What do you mean Ravi?" she retracts her hand a little, cradling the package. She frowns at little.

"I mean, why would I try something that you claim is disgusting?"

"Well, I tried offering some to Mrs. Kipling but she loved them and then she wouldn't share. And I can see why." Emma mutters under her breath and then focuses back on Ravi, smiling. "Anyway, why don't you just try at least one just to see if you'll like 'em. You never know..."

Ravi takes the box from Emma, still eyeing her. "Okay..." he says wearily. Then, he retrieves a chip from the bag and examines it. "Gee, how bad can Pringlies-"

"Pringlets!" Emma readily corrects him,

"Oh, my sincerest apologies...how bad can Pringlets be?"

"Exactly," Emma concludes.

Ravi takes a bite of the chip, his expression changing.

"Well?" Emma presses, smiling and rocking back and forth on her heel.

"They're so-"

"Welp, glad you like them." she daintly walks away and then turns back. "Oh, and feel free to keep the whole thing! Just make sure to keep them far, far away from me. I just need to practice some self-control." She smiles to herself and sighs. "Ahh, I'm so kind sometimes." She giggles and runs off.

Ravi turns around the box to read the label. "Pringlets, eh? Has a good ring to it, I think. Not to mention a very funny-looking cartoon guy with a pair of glasses on the box." He shrugs his shoulders and continues eating some. He then lifts the entire box up and empties the contents out into his mouth, making monstrous sounds.

Luke walks in and stops, disturbed by the scene. "I'm afraid to ask," he says quietly, backing out the room slowly.