Erin is so ready for Turkish street food. She's beyond ready. She's visibly excited, with a childlike glee. Not having any money does sting her pride - she's doing the wooing, she should be doing the paying, it's The Rules - but the company is worth it entirely. It's...

...Like getting to fall in love all over again, except without the preceding midlife crisis.

She rests her head on Crabb's shoulder and quite literally bats her lashes. With exaggerating begging: "Order for me?"