"Yes," Cara called from the bedroom, stepping out of her skirt and replacing them with a pair of short shorts and a thin tank top. The shorts were meant for lounging only, not to be worn in public, and looked more similar to a pair of boyshorts than real shorts.
Emerging from the bedroom, she gave him a smile as she moved towards her breakfast. "Want to join me?" She lifted the styrofoam container from the bag. He couldn't enjoy the pancakes himself, but the least he could do is have a seat.
Setting the pancakes down on the counter, she looked up at him again. He was...what? Brooding? "Is something wrong?"