Wallie leans back against the counter, deeply interested. His predicament is slightly more common than he would have ever suspected. He gives her a smile, crooked with amusement but no less warm for that.

"Like a pancake?" Metaphors are helpful, but he wants some clarification? As opposed to his own situation which is, what, like living in someone else's house with all their stuff? "Do you have two sets of memories? How does that work?"