[ Maybe it's the haircut, maybe it's the glasses--Midge finds a small comfort in the familiarity of his looks. She's not going to presume he's from her world, or time, or however all of this works: it's really very confusing to her, which is beyond frustrating, but she'll shelve that for a later date.

He gives her pretty much the best answer she's heard so far (he does the dishes? Wow!), and she doesn't bother hiding how ecstatic she is. ]

Good. Great! Come in. I make an amazing matzah ball chicken soup but beef, that's trickier--can never figure out why. Spices, maybe. Anyway, I think I've got it.