For her part, Lydia is so focused and bright because she's making herself be. If she doesn't, then she'll fall down the rabbit hole of wondering more about Izzy's life when it isn't at all her place to even know what little bits she's just learned. Izzy didn't share those memories — Lydia feels like this isn't the first time this has happened to her, but the other foreign memories are just out of reach, somehow — and it isn't any of Lydia's business. The only way she can think to be respectful is to try not to think about it at all. Maybe if this was a two way street, Izzy will do her the same favor.

With a little laugh, Lydia stands and moves to offer him her seat before hopping up to sit on her desk and holding out the PDC to him. "Nah, it's just that they're a little star struck when you're in person. You're a celebrity, remember? They can't embarrass themselves or get themselves into trouble just staring at your likeness and drooling," she points out playfully. She's only half-joking.

"I already pulled up the commercials, because I know you wanted to see them and, like I said, they're not final cuts, but they're pretty close. I put it on autoplay, so if you just tap the play button, they should go." The commercials are each only thirty second spots, but that's plenty. She's selling soap, after all, there's not a whole lot that can't be said in thirty seconds or less.