"Go you," Ylva said with a chuckle. "He's definitely a keeper, so," she pulled away a little to look at Isabella with a caring but mock severe eye, "in the interests of getting you home to snuggle again, when Daphne gets back how about I run over to that good delicatessen on Arliss and get one of those salads you like? I don't care how good your insurance is, hospital food always sucks."