Well it had been quiet until she'd come home and started cooking, but Ang didn't quite think that was what he meant anyway. Pouring two mugs of coffee she set Cash's in front of him, black like she took it, before she plated up her meal. She'd made more eggs than she'd needed, but figured he might pick at it if it was offered, so put a second fork onto the plate and tossed the toast on the side.

Ang took a sip of her coffee, used to the heat of it and the dark roast of south of the equator. Most people in their place would turn their noses up at the bitterness, but that was what Angie loved about it. "Oh that is so good. I hope I have enough to last me. I'm here until at least the new year." Probably longer. Angie was considering making a full-time move home given all of Cash's upcoming life changes. She wasn't getting any younger, but nothing was set in stone yet. She might hate the winter and flee for a little bit, pending how things settled between now and then.