"Thank you, Mister Hunt, for that astute observation. You -- should go into police work. You'd be brilliant at it."

Bacon gets the first go, so the bread and eggs can soak up the fat in the second go.

It's just a few minutes of her puttering around and a plate appears in front of him, accompanied by a large glass of water and a bottle of paracetemol.

She joins him with her plate, watching him with wide eyes for the verdict.