She wished she could give him that. What she could give him was a kiss that said everything that she couldn't put into words, including what she'd sort of managed to say earlier (why her lips could form the words, but her voice failed her when she tried to say it, she had no idea).
"Everything looks better with a full stomach," she said, her mock-bravery only going so far. "At least, when you're a child it does. Especially when there are chocolate chips involved. And once they're fed, they'll probably want to nap, which will give us some time to figure things out."
And give Josiah time to grieve before he had to hold it together for the boys again.