Eva had been thinking about other possible desserts, but was not well-versed enough in the kitchen itself to know what was even possible. Mrs. Sweeney always kept some kind of cookies in the jar on the counter though, perhaps that would have do do. She could cut up some fruit to go with it? That would be an after dinner problem, she supposed.

What she hadn't expected was to hear that Fletcher had such a rough day. Truthfully Eva hadn't heard that Miss Scrimgeour had gone missing; she was very out of touch with news or gossip in any form unless Una passed on information she'd read and even then it couldn't be counted on that Eavan was listening fully. Regardless, she could see that it was impacting Fletcher more than she would have anticipated, but then again as the head of his department, she knew he felt some kind of responsible for the young intern.

Eva reached out her free hand to lay it gently on his arm and give it a reassuring pat. "I'm sorry to hear it's been difficult. I do hope she's alright." The one encounter Eva had with Miss Scrimgeour had been... odd to say the least, but a mooncalf was involved and frankly while that was normal for the redhead, it had certainly not been for Miss Scrimgeour. Sliding her hand down his arm Eva tangled her fingers in his and squeezed lightly hoping to exude some comfort.