Owen had given her a Look at first, but then Cecilia seemed to catch on that yes, bringing food around was the perfect way to break bad news. Thankfully everything seemed to be all right, so Owen allowed himself to relax as he set the tray down on the coffee table between the two armchairs near his window. He had opened the curtains earlier and grimaced at the amount of snow on the ground, although the scenery itself was quite beautiful. It would have been nicer if they'd had a reliable, safe way of getting through the white death into town, though.
"Something nice for me," Owen repeated, grinning at her. "I would say coffee and pancakes is the nicest thing you could have done right now. I'm starving. I was just going to grab a bagel or something." He motioned for her to sit. "How's August doing?"