She resisted the urge to touch the scar. She was tactile and hands on, but could read when someone wasn't. "Poor thing. Here." Smiling she moved into the kitchen, motioning him to follow. She put the wrapped package on the counter and smiled. "For you."
She'd made cupcakes, because she'd gotten in the habit of always making something to eat for Patrick and set those down too before pouring him some tea. "How do you take your tea?"