Allison smirks at the croaking chorus, glancing out the window to see if she can try and see them. The promise of pizza is an enticing one - as much as she enjoys Emilia's food, there's something about good old fashioned New York pizza that makes her mouth water and think of home. She doesn't think Emilia's version will be a perfect dupe, but it already smells delicious.

It's too dark to make out any of the individual frogs, but the croaks continue to serenade as Allison glances away to take another sip of her wine.

"They're clearly trying to set the ambiance."