Don't compare me to a housekeeper, James. That's asking to have hot coffee poured in your lap. [It's a joke, but there's an edge to her tone. She's doing it because she cares about him, not because she's paid to.] Anyway, you've some time. Try to relax a bit before you leave.

[She busies herself creating a plate for him, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of his mouth like it ain't no thang once before finishing up and putting it to the table in the sun room; she leaves and returns with a mug of coffee and a bowl of fruit for herself.]