Ruth wakes up the next morning to the smell of coffee wafting through the house. Scarlet isn't sleeping on the bed anymore. Ruth crawls out of bed and pulls her nightgown on. She opens the blinds and looks down into Harry's back garden. His garden is a typical English country garden: unkempt and growing wild. She slowly walks down the stairs to the kitchen to find Harry. "Hey, I was surprised when I didn't wake up next to you."
"Scarlet woke me up early to go out. I haven't been up for very long, but you'll soon learn that Scarlet controls when I get up. There's coffee on if you want some. What do you want for breakfast?" Harry sips his coffee and watches as Scarlet comes sprinting in through the doggie door and slides across the tile floor.
Ruth laughs at Scarlet. She's a funny little dog, full of energy. "I don't know what I want for breakfast. What do you suggest?"
"I do make a fairly nice omelette. I could whip up a Denver omelette and some hashbrowns." Harry looks in his fridge to see what he can make.
"Only if I can make a fruit salad to go with it." Ruth doesn't want Harry to do all the work for breakfast.
"Sure, see what you can find in the fridge. I'm not sure what fruit is in there." Harry has already collected the ingredients for his omelette.
Ruth slices some of the fruit in Harry's fridge into a bowl. "All done," Ruth says with a smile.
"It looks wonderful. There's small bowls in the cupboard to the left of the sink." Harry says as he mixes the eggs with milk, salt, pepper, and paprika.
Ruth is relaxed in Harry's house which surprises her slightly. She finds bowls and spoons and sets the table for breakfast. She pours herself a glass of orange juice and warms up her coffee. "Do you want orange juice Harry?" Ruth watches Harry closely.
"No thanks Ruth. I'll stick with coffee. I don't like orange juice particularly. I only got it because Catherine was staying and she likes orange juice for breakfast." Harry adds the filling to the omelette.