[ her eyes narrow. just a little -- as though she's wary of walking into a trap. but tony is the one who needs shoring up, tonight. not her. so, just as she's beginning to hear the kettle beginning to burst its first few bubbles, she asks: ]

What the devil is a pop tart? [ wait! she's heard about something like this. ray, in the stairwell-- ] Don't tell me it's another one of those snacks that crackles on the tongue like some sort of poorly devised torture device.

[ pop rocks. never forgive, never forget. ]