As nervous as she felt, Cecilia couldn't help but grin when Owen brought out food for Neptune. It was cute, and she was glad he remembered him. "This is great," she promised Owen. The breather had helped her some, and she at least felt ready to pretend she wasn't internally freaking out. She was pretty good at that, usually. He'd just caught her off guard. "Really. Thank you. I still don't know what I did to deserve this. I should be doing nice things for you right now."