[The step-mom is bright red, whether from the slap or from whatever emotions are stewing inside of her... before, finally, she blurts out—]

I—I just like fat men, all right!?

[The client pauses, before handing Lalli a towel.]

What?

[The father looks up from the couch.]

... What?

[After another pause, the client looks at Lux and Lalli.]

... Actually, I think we'll sort this out ourselves. Thanks, uh, for your work? You can go back now. I'll send over payment later.