To say that Verity had had a poor night would be an understatement. Sure the room Trevor had allowed her to sleep in was comfortable, the bed nice and warm, but Fred hadn't been there and the memory of their fight had kept her up until... something else had arrived to keep her up. She'd given her cousin a few moments to hopefully remember she was there and quiet it down, but it hadn't happened and she'd ended up casting a silencing charm on the room and falling into a restless sleep what felt like hours later.
The house had been silent when she woke and had written Angelina a note, apologising and telling her where she was, then pushed aside the fact that Fred hadn't written anything about her and taken a bath. Neither her cousin or his friend had woken up by the time she'd finished, so she'd made the trek down to the kitchen, hoping the smell of breakfast would rouse them and allow her to focus on something aside from missing her husband and child.
Her plan had worked somewhat, the frying bacon had dragged Gretchen out of bed and Verity didn't know how long the other woman had been standing there, wearing very little. "Oh!" she let out a little surprised noise when she turned and spotted the redhead in the doorway. "Gretchen! Trevor let me spend the night so I'm making him breakfast to thank him, he said he liked bacon, there wasn't much in your fridge, but I think I did well with what I found." She cut herself off, pressing her lips together to stop the babbling, and turning back to the stove to flip the bacon.