[ Ilsa turns to look at him, and then nods. ] Time difference... and something else.

[ She wrinkles her nose, grinning. ] But that's prying.

[ Offering him a glass of iced tea and holding out her hand for the toolbox, ] I'm not sure what got put down the sink, but it was sometime between this morning when I finished the breakfast dishes, and this afternoon, when I started prep for dinner. Gods only know what happened while I was at work.