[ The answer earned a nose crinkle, soon followed by a short laugh. Far too fond, fringed with feelings he kept trying not to have. Because each time he reached out for Neve he only came up with thin air. ]

You're a grandpa breakfast type. Why am I even surprised? [ A light tease as he moved around the kitchen, trying to locate things. ]

I prefer eggs and toast. Buttery toast. Sometimes with noodles if I feel like making them.