Gwen had her own bowl of fruit, though a sandwich was on her plate, rather than toast. Her heels had been abandoned two steps inside, and her jacket had been discarded over the back of a chair still being used as a holding place for two boxes. She was dressed nicely and seemed quite composed, though that could be due to the hairbrush and such in her car. Wouldn't do for her to come home looking ruffled.
"Morning," she replied, smiling just a bit herself. She glanced at the TV, sighing. "Just the way to end-- or start-- a day. Why can't they lead with the few bits of good stuff there is?"