BB was already dressed; she was an early riser, and always had been. As such, she'd gotten up, ran for two miles, showered, and was downstairs making breakfast before Neal even got up.
It made her smile - she liked that Neal had the day off. He needed to relax more, and she'd be the first person to tell him so. So she hummed while she made him bacon and eggs, wearing a skirt she'd made from some fabric that Aron had slipped her and one of Neal's undershirts.