"Good unbelievable, I hope," he answered, his grin becoming more genuine under the affect of the look she was giving. He plucked the flower from its glass and passed it to his curious son and then settled the tray on the nightstand. Happy settled heavily on the bed beside Pepper and his smile softened when he reached for her hands to give her fingers a squeeze. "Did the best I could with what we had. It's not gourmet, but I can scramble so mean powdered eggs, baby."