Anne freezes momentarily, and then slowly sets down the butter knife she was trying to use to spread mayonnaise on the bread. Turning her head, she catches sight of his familiar face, and her shoulders relax somewhat.

That Anne lady, huh?

"I guess I am. And you're...? I don't think I ever caught your name."

Then she glances back at the sandwich before giving him her attention once more. "I think I've got it under control. But a grudge sounds pretty accurate..."

And pretty silly.