"Oh, we have our own. Here's mine."

Pointing to the VIP room, with her name adorned with a brass plaque on a well-appointed door.

"Here's theirs."

The converted storage closet across the way, with a piece of printer paper taped on it with their names written on it (Sabo's written as 'Saboo', then crossed out and rewritten as 'sabu'). There's a ketchup stain on the corner.

"That is really thoughtful of whoever sent the flowers."