Kevin comes into the coffee shop and wheels over to Lily's table. What, exactly, does Lily do for a living? I mean, she's not a nun anymore, and she seems to have any amount of free time. Is being a catechism teacher a paying job? I sort of got the feeling it was a volunteer thing. I would just like to know how she supports herself. Kevin: "You told my mother?" Lily: "I thought she was onto us. I blurted. I'm a nun. I've got this thing about lying." Kevin reminds her she's not a nun anymore: "And it's not lying to keep your private life private." Lily: "We don't have a private life! We had one date. So just…roll on, bright eyes." Frink bursts out laughing. "I'm working, here." Kevin persists: "Look, I have never met anybody like you, and I don't know how I feel about it." Lily: "About what?" Kevin: "You talking to me like I'm not even…" Lily: "God's gift to the human race?" Ha! Kevin doesn't say anything. Lily: "Look, you're handsome. You're used to that working for you. But it doesn't work on me. Men are fine, but I've lived the cloistered life, and it's not so bad." Kevin: "Is that how you see me? Some vapid, cocky, handsome guy?" Lily: "Yep." Kevin: "Wow. Thanks." She exhales a small laugh. Kevin: "Where does the chair come in?" She thinks for a moment and says, "Every guy is broken in some way or other. At least yours is obvious." He nods. Lily: "Um…I'll, uh, buy you a girly drink…what -- what was it? Was it, like, a pink lemonade soy smoothie with sprinkles?" Kevin gets all manly: "Uh…double espresso." She pretends to stand corrected: "Oh." Kevin: "Make it a triple." Lily: "Knock yourself out, stud."