She blinked, then laughed. "You don't know the kitchen and you're hungover. You can make something after, yeah?" Pants, pants. "Uh, I'm not sure." Was a little bit more of a laugh. "But..." She'd go and come up with a robe to proffer, then throw her own wine-red robe over her shoulders and head for the kitchen.
She wanted to ask Cora about...well, promises that...she might have made about today and whether that was going to happen.
But it felt rude and crass with Cora being hungover and obviously embarrassed, so she'd focus instead, coming back only to duck her head in for: "How do you like your eggs?"