God, everything sounded good, which probably meant she wasn't pregnant, right? She was certain that women were sick at the thought of food during the first trimester, and she definitely wasn't sick now. It all smelled delicious, too. "A little bit of everything, I think," she said, though she would probably hold off on the bagels and muffins until later. It would be an awful lot of starch to pair with pancakes, after all.
"Go ahead," she answered, stepping further into her tiny kitchen and opening a cabinet for a couple plates. After she filled hers, she took it and her coffee to the little sofa, sitting with her legs crisscrossed in front of her. "Thank you for bringing food. I hadn't even realized it had been so long since I ate anything," she admitted, finally looking up at him, her eyes taking on a bit of the anguish she still felt at what had happened on Friday.