Harley gestured excitedly towards the TV. Yes, with her side of the sandwich, somehow by pure fate not managing to lose any of the pastrami. "Oh!" she said. "They re-design interiors, competitively? And talk shit about each other behind each other's backs! And some of them might be siblings...? I dunno, but it's riveting."

Just not enough for her to have bothered parsing all the finer details! It was junk television, that wasn't the point.