Abby had little to complain about being linked to McGee, truth to tell, though she would have found something good about being linked to almost anyone if pressed. It was just the type of person she was.
Sliding out of bed, she padded softly down the steps, grin widening as she saw the stack of French Toast. "You'll be eating the majority of that," she informed him, helping him carry the food to the table as she took a seat. Not that Abby was shy about her pajamas, but it was always more comfortable to eat sitting down.
"I didn't know you could cook so well." It seemed she was always learning something new about McGee. "I suppose this makes it my turn to cook next. Maybe I'll go with some authentic gumbo."