Furrowing her brows, Verity plucked the last few slices of bacon out of the pan and set them on a magically warmed plate before turning to finish frying the eggs. "But he let me stay here," she protested, momentarily, before realising Gretchen was kidding and almost matching her smile.
"Then again," she continued, nudging an egg over with her spatula. "If he really wanted breakfast, he'd be down here, wouldn't he?"