"Sure. And how do you like to be stroked?" Nat spears a piece of pancake, chewing with all the faux innocence in the world. She did happen to think that Edgar was a good actor, but whether that was true or out of affection for him, it didn't ultimately matter. She knew Quaid didn't mean anything by it.

"That's too bad, I'm sure you'd make a great mime." She cuts into her next pancake and softens the teasing. "You okay though? I don't think I've ever seen someone go sheet white like that so fast."