Morning, Owen's house.
'Fog looks bad outside, may want to stay here for a bit longer.' Owen said, looking out the window.
'Okay, but I make breakfast. I don't want a repeat of what happened last week.' Hetty replied.
'How many times do I have to apologize for that before you finally believe me?'
'You burned the bacon and set off the smoke alarm, and I had a headache that morning! It's better for both of us if I look.'
'I let you sleep in my bed last night, do I get anything?' Owen asked.
'Yes, you get a well cooked breakfast that isn't out of a can or box, and if you're good, I might decide to kiss you afterwards.' Hetty finished.
Breakfast was pretty good, up the point where the eggs get a little overcooked because she and Owen were having a discussion.
'You did that on purpose, so you'd have something to snicker about!' Hetty insisted.
'You don't know what you're talking about.' Owen replied, trying really hard not to snicker.
Hetty didn't believe him for a minute.