Then Syd says, "One thing about my fiancé...I was lucky to know him for as long as I did." Good Ethan swallows, smiles bittersweetly, and says, "Thank you." They share a little moment before Good Ethan walks off to write another trashy piece of middlebrow fiction. Syd looks after him, wondering if her dead fiancé is going to be looking down while she engages in a little spy-on-spy action in about three seconds.
The absolutely appropriate and wholeheartedly sexy strains of Coldplay's "God Put A Smile Upon Your Face" start playing on the soundtrack. We get a shot of a hand picking up a wine glass, and sadly, I initially thought it was Vaughn's hand and I was all, holy shit, that man has HOT hands. Turns out it's actually Syd's hand on the wineglass, which of course makes me think about Jen Garner's comment that she and Lena Olin have really huge hands, and then I'm off onto a whole other tangent about hands and Wendy Kroy has to smack me.
Wendy Kroy: Keep to the schedule, sister. You're almost there.
Regina: I'm sorry. I think I'm just putting it off because the Spy Sex gets me far too hot for my own good.
Wendy Kroy: You and me both, honey. And I'm GAY and it still gets me hot.
Ovary Electric Kitchen. Syd takes a sip of wine and puts the glass down, smiling. The camera pans across, and we get a shot of Vaughn watching her with the most intensely hot expression I've ever seen. Even his forehead wrinkles are getting me hot and bothered. He watches as Syd lifts the lid off one of her Calphalon pans and sprinkles love dust all over the contents. She turns and walks past Vaughn, so closely that their enormous foreheads almost touch. She leans past him, picking something up off the counter beside him, and it looks like she's going to look up and kiss him, but she just smiles at him and coyly walks away.
He looks her up and down a couple of times as Chris Martin sings about God and smiles and faces. Then Syd dips a spoon in the pot, takes a taste, and as the drums kick in on the song, she turns and offers Vaughn a taste as well. He leans forward, his hand on her wrist, her hand on his face, and she puts the spoon in his mouth. She returns to stirring whatever the hell is on the stove, replaces the lid, and turns the heat down. Then she opens the stove to check on what's inside and Vaughn can't stand it anymore. His hand grabs her arm and pulls her up. They start kissing, his hands at her waist, his lower lip reaching out for more sugar. "You're so beautiful," he breathes. "Dinner's ready," she smiles. "We do have an oven," he says, obviously not concerned with the garlic bread that's burning. "We can reheat." Awww YEAH you can! They smile at each other, start kissing again, and Syd karate-kicks the oven door closed.