oh god. what is this? erica nods to zoe, gesturing a nearby knife. zoe grabs the knife. harry pokes his head out from behind the fridge, equally confused.
no, no, i should've told you we were coming. well. anyway, here we are. hello. i'm the mother.
right here. i'll take it.
yeah, i understood. i actually looked you up too. you grew up in l.a., which i thought nobody did.
oh, i love this place called le balzar, it's just a little bistro on the left bank, best roast chicken in the universe.
i knew you'd call.
you know what? maybe i need a little air.  erica rises; grabs her purse, almost bumps into a waiter as she passes harry's table, knocks into someone's chair, a glass breaks. everyone turns to her, including harry. she now stands right at his table. he smiles up at her.
well, you look really nice. you feeling all right? as they stand in front of the eiffel tower backing, fake snow falls from above.
that's where you've been all this time? in the caribbean?