The sound of another voice in the house brought Morag's thoughts back to what she was meant to be doing -- taking care of herself. Shoving aside all niggling doubts and scraping worries about The Case, she straightened her towel to actually cover her tits before moving to the staircase and peering down to the first level. There was Sally Anne, looking lovely and patient. She almost couldn't help but smile. After four ragged days, something had to give, and the corners of her mouth seemed the first to go. Was it relief? Maybe. It was nice to know that somebody besides Roger gave a damn.
And there was the smell of food. "Be down in a sec, Saz," she called, marching back up the stairs and finding a pair of knickers and a shirt. Hm. This one appeared to be Roger's... big and loose and went down to mid-thigh. Good enough!
Down the stairs she skittered, and straight for the food. In the shower she'd imagined a steak pasty or maybe a shepherd's pie, but now that the smell of meat and cheese and tomato filled her up, she could scarcely wait to shove it in her face.
"Grab a pew!" She said, grabbing a stool to sit at the counter. No point in mucking about with a dining table. Not right now. "I love you endlessly for pizza."