"I guess that's probably normal," Dominic said,"though feel free to cry on me if it'll help." He wrapped his arms around her in return, letting her decide when to pull back. Once she did, he followed her to the kitchen, levitating his goodies along with them. "Bacon, veggie bacon, rolls, potato farls. We don't have to use all of it - I was thinking bacon butties, but in case you don't want those I brought some other stuff. Tea, too, in case you didn't have any." And because he was pretty used to grabbing his thermos on his way out the door. It was usually full of soup, rather than tea, but a hot beverage just seemed more breakfasty.
He unpacked his various foodstuffs on the counter, looking around for a frying pan. "What do you reckon?" he asked. "Anything there that appeals to you?"