"Brilliant." And then he was off to cook up the small tin can of condensed soup. Upon returning to the kitchen, he undid the buttons upon his shirt cuffs and rolled up his sleeves. A pot was fetched, water poured within and just when he was ready to set the soup and water mix on the stove, the kettle began to whistle.
He reemerged from the kitchen moments later with a steaming mug of tea, setting it down on the low coffee table in front of the couch she'd landed upon. "To tide you over 'till that's all sorted out."