The question about working out registers after a split second, and Felicity looks at him, shaking her head as she grins, like she can't believe he remembers. But of course he does. They're not goldfish. They have more than three second memories.

"I do," she says as she tilts her head to the side. "But only if I can give you tech lessons in exchange."

She does give him a small — tiny even — look of disbelief though, when he implies that he needs a reason to start conversations. Has he looked at himself in the mirror lately? "Oh yeah?" she asks, picking up his tone of voice. "I have a hard time believing girls don't stumble all over themselves to talk to you."