"And lastly, I brought you a game." "A game?" "Yes, a game. I play them, too." "I know you do." He smiled dopily again, probably remembered the games they usually played. "Is it my kind of game?" - Nikki and Rook play another round of strip Proust, or something like it.
Nikki and Rook spend a Saturday morning at home after Rook discovers an interesting TV show. [There is no excuse for this to exist. I'm sorry. Pure crack.]
Nikki soon after her mothers death.