[ Kate's a few minutes, long enough to wash her face and put on a clean shirt before she sidesteps into the kitchen, worn purple converse quiet on the metal flooring. She's got her bow, as always, but leaves it on an empty chair to approach Remus at the stove. She leans over to look at the progress of the eggs, and then however well or badly they look to be coming she braces a hand on his shoulder and goes up on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. ]

Thanks. [ She sets back down with a squeeze of his arm and heads over to one of the cupboards, crouching to dig around, shifting cans and tins aside. ]

I've got bread we can toast, and I think a couple of tomatoes left, if you want. That's like half an English breakfast, right?