Reinette stood as Jack did, something of the thread between them back at play. Not entirely, of course. Jack was correct on that point. But it was there all the same. The idea of not being on equal footing still compelled her to stand.

Her head tilted towards the door, somewhat confused why Jack had chosen to move away from it.

Smoothing the silk of her down and carefully navigating pillows that still rested on the floor and moved towards the door. She opened it to find a smallish man with blonde-brown hair and some unfortunate facial growth opening what appeared to be a large envelope and sliding two boxes free.

"Your pizzas..."

He placed them into her arms without any further preamble, and they were almost hot to the touch. She could feel the warmth pooling through her nightgown. A collection of some sort of cans was dropped on top of them.

"All right," Reinette finally managed, somewhat confused as to why he was not carrying them inside.

"Thank you."

There was cool dismissal in her tone as Reinette moved to close the door.