Edith had been lost in a world of her own, remembering the night before when Thomas and she had spent hours making love, kissing, talking. She had grown so much more comfortable in her own skin just in the time they had started to be intimate. She wore just her chemise and his robe as she prepared him a hearty breakfast, the way she should be looking after him.
She jumped a little at the piercing sound of his voice and turned, beaming widely, "There you are, awake at last," she dried off her hands and walked over, "I found the bacon, if that's what you mean. Would you prefer that to oatmeal?"