Gabby set the crocheted bag she had brought down on the coffee table, turning to face Isobel. This wasn't just about broken dishes, as cute as the set may have been! But she didn't press for information yet. "Well, that won't do," she said as a matter-of-fact, rummaging through her purse until she found a packet of tissues. She unfolded one and handed it to Isobel. "You stay here and I'll make you something real to eat - " Toast if nothing else; there had to at least be bread in the kitchen. "And then we can see about you getting some sleep, hmm?"