Belle smiled brightly at Eobard's words. He really was very personable, even if he did seem a bit out of practice dealing with people. "I'm doing quite well," she said, leading him into the apartment. "Magic seems to make recovery go quite a bit more quickly, I imagine."
She shifted slightly, pushing Gideon's blanket aside slightly so that Eobard could have a better look at her son. "This is Gideon," she said softly, taking a moment to gently touch the side of her son's face. "Here. Why don't you hold him while I make finish up the tea." She wanted him to know she had faith in him. Gently and carefully, she shifted her hold on Gideon, moving him into Eobard's arms. "He'll be fine. He's been a very calm baby."
She moved toward the kitchen area, moving about and setting out the plate of cookies she'd made on the table. She then moved to finish up the tea, glancing over her shoulder at Eobard. "How do you take your tea?" she asked as she prepared her own cup.