Mandy drew her wand and poked it at the pillows, nudging them into a pair of loungy sort of chairs.
"I love them," she said with a nod. "I cold just eat them by the handful. Maybe it means I'm deficient in something?" She curled up in one of the chairs with her tea. "And that doesn't require a comment, thanks," she added, laughing as she imagined what he'd think she was deficient in, exactly.
She took the tomatoes he handed her, rubbing one on her jeans leg, then popping it into her mouth. "I can think of worse things to eat for breakfast. Waffles without bacon would be worse."