Jude is standing in the doorway looking the way Jude tends to look: kind of hot and kind of like they’ve been airlifted in from another genre of TV show. Agnes considers saying something to them about this—Hi, Jude, it’s really cool how you’re a casual afternoon cooking show and you’re functionally married to my sister who’s like one of those unethical TV documentaries about a woman who went mad and murdered her entire family—
