That earned a small grin out of Will, and he spread his palms in wry surrender. "Alright, I'll shut my gob, then. Just..." But there was nowhere that sentence went that didn't end in more worriting, and she'd asked him to stop that, so he instead of finishing it, he picked up a plate instead and set about filling it. A couple of hash browns, bacon, eggs topped with hollandaise. He stepped aside to make room for Much, glancing back at Clio as he did so. "Thanks," he added, softer. "For breakfast. And for setting this whole thing up."