Robin glanced over his shoulder at the other man as he placed the juice away, having poured a glass. He had become accustomed to doing things one handed, so that Katie could stay where she was. He liked it as much as she did, truth be told.
"Morning," he replied, moving around the bench and sitting on one of the stools on its other side. He saw the smile, and knew how fond Gibbs was of his daughter. He'd caught sight of him in the garden with Marian and Katie the other day. He was glad Marian had someone else she could spend some time with, as well. Katie decided to show her satisfaction with the situation at that point, herself. Her burbled version of Gibbs name filling the silence that had settled over the kitchen.