She reaches in, but gives him a look as she withdraws a triangular pastry shell. "Need a script? How about ... Hi, Dinah. I've got something on my mind, and since we've been friends for years and years, I want to talk to you about it." Opening a desk drawer, she fishes around and finds a napkin. "Or we can take that part as read, and I can jump to the bit where I tell you you can tell me anything."