She caught the coat, made a quick check of her pockets to make sure she had money and hurried out the door. No question, no sass, no back talk. She didn't take a car, because that would take too long. She ran instead, plowing through the New York crowds. She even pushed some people out of her way when she had to. Not hard enough to hurt, but there were definitely shouts of curses following her.
She was there and back in under ten minutes. Her hair was wind blown, her cheeks pink and chilled from the fall weather, but she was barely winded when she came through the door. The coat was hung up neatly, and she went into the kitchen, immediately setting to prepare his breakfast. "How would you like it today?"