"Well..." she begins softly, hands braced on the edge of the sink as she watches Tony turn the pan around -- it's strangely hypnotic, almost, only now realizing how appealing she finds his hands. Wetting her lips idly, she notes equally softly, "It's not too late yet for either of those."

You know... for real. Since this isn't. Real. And she needs to keep that in mind, no matter the moments in between when this makebelieve feels anything but fake.