Thalia's head was in one of the cupboards as she pulled down plates, but at this, she looked around the open door to fix Patrick with a look that was clearly trying to be admonishing, but ended up closer to softly amused. "From what I hear, you've barely stopped long enough to sleep these last two weeks, so I'mma say it's the Catholicism. Just a hunch."
She turned away, set the coffee to brew, then located the cutlery by the expedient method of opening every drawer until she hit on the right one. Thalia's preferred way of navigating a kitchen typically involved a lot of enthusiastic clattering, but with Clio sleeping, she did her best to keep the volume down.
Within a few minutes, she had plates, cutlery and two steaming mugs set out on the table, and before Patrick could do anything silly like offer to serve the cake, she cut out a generous wedge and set it in front of him.