She was asking him to look into... the refrigerator. Which on its own seemed like either a very random request, or else an invitation to fend off any one of a hundred things that might be skulking about inside.

And so imagine his (well-veiled) surprise when he looked into the fridge and saw... A fridge. Clean, stocked with more food than Reno's usual stock of ketchup and mustard to go with whatever takeout was collecting mold, and with only two bottles of beer, both unopened, sitting on the door.

He raised his eyebrow slightly.

"How long did you say you were living with him?"