"Yep. It's the eggs. Little known fact, all women are looking for is a man who can cook a good egg." She spoke with a straight face, before laughing, and pressing a kiss to Happy's cheek. He made it much easier to pretend everything was all right. Anthony might make it through this without ever knowing how close the world had come to ending.
She took the plate, trying the eggs and hiding a laugh behind the back of her hand, swallowing and pointing her fork at him, "Well fine powered eggs like this- obviously we need a good merlot. Does that come in a power yet?"