"Well enough, thanks. You?" Hannah asked, going to inspect first the cake tin and then the bread box. The scones were rock hard and there was not enough bread for two people (plus it had some rather questionable looking spots, so Hannah was inclined to forfeit her share anyway).
Wrinkling her nose, she thought about their options. Even if she did have the capability and the ingredients to make pancakes (and the latter was certainly doubtful), she didn't think that they had anything to put on them. She supposed they could go grocery shopping but she'd already been to the market once that week and with very mixed results.
"We could order breakfast in," she suggested. "Does Higher Grounds deliver?"