Tara shrugged. "I can handle over medium. Come sit down and you can drink water and when the ibproufen kicks in, you can help." Tara was just about as controlling as Zeus, poor Cora. She'd leave Cora alone, at least, for a bit more, and deal with the eggs - scrambled and over medium, a little on the greasy side, with toast and OJ.
Pretty All-American.
Except maybe she lingered a moment more than she had to when she leaned over Cora to set the plate in front of her, and after an instant of that pause she'd press a very light kiss to the nape of Cora's neck and murmur: "You know, I didn't...mind you coming over."