Evie had to actively stop herself from drooling all over her microphone.

‘Benjamin, what have you done?’ said Brenda, suddenly looking stricken as her gaze moved around the room.

‘Mum, relax, I didn’t throw anything out, I’ve just shifted everything to the side so we could fit,’ said Ben, getting up and putting his arm around his mother.

‘Oh, Benjamin, how many times have I told you I’ll clean this room out myself,’ said Brenda, opening boxes and shifting aside books.

‘Probably two thousand,’ Ben replied. ‘And I’m still waiting.’ A nervous back and forth rally ensued, with Brenda demanding to see various items and Ben calmly pointing them out.

‘What have you done with the scrapbook with all of my Passover recipes? I need the one Jenny Cohen gave me for that wheat-free, dairy-free, egg-free, sugar-free chocolate cake I make every year. It’s so fiddly I can never remember the steps.’

‘It’s at the bottom of that pile.’

‘The book of pressed flowers from our first home?’

‘Top drawer of the desk.’

‘The embossed invitations left over from David’s wedding?’

‘In a box at the back of that cupboard.’

Finally satisfied, Brenda gave them both a squeeze and said, ‘Mazel Tov on your prodcast,’ before leaving them to it.

‘Prodcast?’ said Ben, laughing.

Evie laughed. ‘I love your mum.’

‘Well, you’re welcome to have her any day.’

Ben and Evie recorded their recommendations for the week and then edited their interview with director Lynne Ramsay, where she talked about her upcoming film (which Evie had a ‘hunch’ was going to be huge). Next, they recorded one of their well-worn debates about on-screen romantic portrayals: creepy or romantic? Picking apart whether extremely public proposals, stopping a wedding during the vows, and fancying your best mate’s wife and then showing up on her doorstep pretending to be a carol singer while declaring your undying love via cue-cards, make you a romantic or a prick.

‘All I’m saying is yes, Overboard may not be so politically correct nowadays, but I think we should look at it for what it was, a popular romantic film of that moment. Look at Sex and the City. It was so progressive twenty, I mean, uh, ten years ago … in the nineties, but looking back, a lot of it is seriously problematic.’

Ben looked aghast. ‘How dare you speak about my friends Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte like that!’

Evie grinned, declaring that was a perfect way to wrap up the segment, and switched off her microphone. The two of them congratulated themselves on a good show, and began to pack up. As Evie had anticipated, she’d eaten every last crumb of ricotta cheesecake. Ben, meanwhile, still had half left, which he would no doubt eat later. Years of living with Brenda had given him the ability to press his stop button when he was full.