Either he was just being nice, or he was more confident than she was that the right person still existed for her, somewhere out there. Hannah had three strikes already when it came to chances at love. Ernie, then Malcolm, and now Justin -- this time for good, she hoped. She laughed, anyway, appreciative of his words, even if she wasn't sure she believed him.
She sniffed a bit, lifting a hand to brush away the dampness at the corners of her eyes. It was far too early to be such a mess. "Oh. Speaking of food, have you had breakfast yet? Cook isn't here, but I can whip something up. I'll put the kettle on." Hannah was already stepping toward the kitchen.