"Don't worry about it," Verity said, seeing him glance over at the chair. "We can put it back later, okay? After breakfast."

She escorted him into the kitchen, sitting him down at the rickety table and put of a pot of coffee. Sorry but that was her first priority right now; she couldn't be a good 'companion' without a heavy hit of caffeine in her system.

And then she opened that wasteland that was their fridge. Unsurprisingly, there was no fruit, but there were some muffins on the counter. And jam on the door. With a heavy, purely internal sigh, she reached for that. "Muffins with jam work for you?"

Liam, you so owed her.