Neal is, shockingly, cooking. It is, shockingly, tofu. He's been leveling up his vegan and vegetarian skills ever since finding out about Abby's history, and he's starting to actually be satisfied with some of what he makes.

He's also got a very nice cut of swordfish thawing in the fridge. That isn't going to be cooked, just cut in half, one part being left on the terrace and the other inside, in the hope that Thackery will make himself known at least in passing.

He's in pajamas, though even those are tastefully chosen and well-fitted. Neal doesn't do casual, not really, not for a long time. Image is everything.