He nodded, "Yeah, still not sure about that squirrel though." He saluted her with his mug, "Learned it right." He said, of the coffee, nodding at the suggestion of omlettes, "Sure, just as long as you're not putting fruit in them, don't understand people who do that."
He leaned back against the counter, apparently completely at ease, one ankle crossed over the other, just holding his mug in both hands, "You thinkin' of movin' on?" Bobby was good at reading people, and this sudden flurry of food-packing was as good an indicator as any that she wasn't thinking she'd be around to make it fresh.