Go sit down. I am taking care of this. [ The words were spoken as he waggled a spatula in the air towards Neve's direction. ] I've made homemade oatmeal before. [ A pause. ] My grandmother likes it.

[ The smirk returned to his face as he set about making breakfast for both of them, casting side long glances at Neve.

Eventually, he placed it all on the table, fishing around for the fruit to cut up to complete things. ]

Your breakfast is served. [ He gave a little bow. ]