"You'll trust me more after this sandwich," he says, cheerful in the moment, as he gets the rest of the ingredients ready. "I figured out how to make pretty decent eggs in the Bahamas, believe it or not."

Make takeout impossible, and cooking is no longer improbable. He slides the plate over to her: an open-faced bagel sandwich, one egg on each side. Beneath each egg, there's a paper-thin slice of deli ham and a thin swipe of cream cheese. Nothing that'll overwhelm her, but it's a sandwich built to be hearty. (And he's kind of assuming she'll only manage half of it, so he doesn't bother making a second one.)