Alec Hardison, if pressed, would probably suggest that he subscribes to a post-modern definition of identity.

Parker recruits Eliot for a side job. Comedy and horror ensue.

"All right," Nate says, and smacks his hands together. "Let's go steal a con artist."

Hardison, bless his geeky wee heart, ponders which Hogwarts House each of the team would be sorted into. Eliot just wants his damn headset fixed. (Dialogue-only)

On Saturday, Parker – or Alice – meets Peggy for coffee. The whole coffee part of the thing is an ordeal: entering the building by the front door, standing in the line with all the other customers, ordering a drink and sitting down without even having the pretext of scoping the place out for potential thievery.

Eliot cooks. Alec likes it.

Conversations with Parker rarely end where they begin.

"He's a collector," Neal said. // "Just don't get into trouble while we're gone," Nate said.