Joan's starting to eat her lunch alone outside when Grace comes up behind her and asks, "Gonna eat all that?" Joan's surprised, but asks if she wants some. Grace wants to know what it is. Joan: "Salami and stuff. My dad's Italian. To him, a sandwich is like an opera." Frink and I crack up. Grace sits down and accepts half the sandwich. Joan starts to apologize to Grace, and Grace interrupts, saying, "Yeah, the taking of the sandwich...it's a symbolic act designed to avoid direct confrontation. Don't blow it." Joan says, "Okay," and they eat quietly, side by side. Grace finds a pickle slice in her sandwich, and tosses it. I will be so bummed if these two don't become good friends. I would love to see more of Grace.