Heather was about to go off on some kind of ridiculously embarrassing tangent in regards to how much she'd been looking forward to meeting him since Sam had told her his father was here in L.A., to how much she wanted him to like her the way Sam said he would. However, she held all of that back and just tried to remain as calm and level-headed as possible. And that? Wasn't easy.
"Uhh..." She looked to the fridge and opened it up one more time to peer into it, then nodded. "Yeah, that's basically it. In fact, I was just trying to figure out what kind of eggs I wanted. At least there's more than one option." Removing the carton, she looked back to John and smiled. "I can make you something, too. And I can start coffee."