Poison has been getting the feeling, more and more, that everything laid out here means something. She's examining the 'explosion' dish from a few feet back when she hears the man murmur his own curiosity, and she sidles up to his side to get a closer look.

"Maybe it happened before," she wonders, only half to herself. "Or maybe it's going to happen."

Maybe Joe would know. If only she knew how to get hold of him without him appearing first.