Gabriela: Jake.
Jake: What? No. Good morning, 5 AM. And good morning, Gabriela.
Gabriela: I -- I need your breakfast, frittata. And also, how was Bode's party?
Jake: I didn't go. You didn't go?
Gabriela: Why didn't you go?
Jake: Well, I think I got in Bode's head at the Lazarus fire. Why didn't you go?
Gabriela: I'm his ex. It's weird.
Jake: You're my ex. Sitting in my bed. At 5 AM. That's not weird at all. And you don't even work here anymore.
Eve: I know. I am here to scold. You both missed Bode's party.
Gabriela: Well, I sent him a donut.
Eve: I'm serious. He needs us. He needs his support system. He needs us.
Jake: Okay. Yeah. You're right. We should have totally been there. I -- I feel terrible.
Gabriela: I feel worse.
Eve: And I feel hungry. Jake, you cooking? Cause enjoy me while you can. Because I might be moving to Sacramento.
Gabriela: Wait, what?
Jake: Huh? Sacramento? What's in Sacramento?