Neville nodded, as he moved about, serving up eggs, and pulling out toast from the oven. It was the way his gran had made it, and he hadn't seen a toaster handy, so that was how he'd done it as well. He put the hot food on plates for them, and held both in his hands, "Should we eat at the table?" he asked, not sure where she liked to eat, there or at the counter.
He was quiet for a few moments, the sound of the tv easily heard, and he glanced again at Olivia, still amazed at how easily Hannah got her quiet and tended.