"Oh, we have loads of coffee," Christopher said with a grin. This was perfect. He could make a pot of coffee if she wanted it. He'd make ten pots if it would make her happy. The Inn wasn't far and he made sure to open up the door for her to let them both inside. Christopher Ewing was raised to be a good man and a gentleman.
"The kitchen is through there," he said and led her to the bar area so she could sit down. He immediately went to start on the coffee - a staple in the Ewing home growing up and he'd quickly developed a taste for it. The pot was brewing, so he went to looking through some of the cabinets and the refrigerator to see what he could make for her. It would need to be just right. Allison deserved more than an ordinary breakfast because she herself was extraordinary.
Finding some eggs, he picked out a few and some cheese and everything else that would go in an omelet. He didn't know how Azazeal got the supplies that he did, but he sure managed to get foods he hadn't seen in months before coming to Everett.
"How did you end up at the cabin alone?" Not that he minded. He didn't want to share Allison with anyone else, so he was glad to have found her alone.