Foreman paused appreciatively when Amber swept into the kitchen, ready for the day. Admittedly, he was already very fond of the sight of her in the nude, but he was impressed with the picture she put forward now, too. Professional, and not about to let anyone get in her way, and still damn striking. Foreman couldn't help but think that House would have a hard time finding a reason to fire her. If she approached medicine the way she had their night together--direct, confident, and more than competent, leaving out the bullshit entirely--had to impress House just as much as it had him.

That first impression disappeared in the moment when she thanked him exuberantly, so that she suddenly seemed younger, more carefree. "You're welcome," Foreman said, grinning, reaching up to wipe away a slight smear of lipstick. He pulled the bagels from the toaster and started buttering his.

He nodded when she offered coffee. "Sugar, if you have it." He waved the butter knife he'd been using at the second bagel. "What can I get you?"