Carmel had puttered around the kitchen showing Wren how to make the gravy while several batches of biscuits went into and out of the oven. Things were all done, the gravy just needing the occasional stir where she had it keeping warm. She didn't expect everyone to be up and about yet, but she'd keep it warm for an hour or two before she'd leave it for people to heat up on their own. Wasn't like she had anywhere she really needed to be.
She'd taken a break to use the restroom, dabbed on a little of the provided make up on to hide the worst of her tiredness, post the "food is here!" message on her journal, skipping over whatever messages were there for her for now in favor of hurrying back to the stove.
She looked over when Meg came in, eyes scanning her and feeling very old with what she saw. She brushed the self consciousness of her exhaustion and age aside and smiled at the other woman. "I'm glad you think so. Up for some biscuits and gravy then, I take it?" she asked.