[Evil Tink]

She glanced over, "Holden, dear, it's not a problem. I haven't made anything in like..5 years. I need to do this. What's the point of going to one of the finest culinary schools in London to sit around wasting time making a cake that's never going to get eaten or appreciated." After some silence, she came over, presenting him the BLT on the plate. "I don't know if you like Mayo or not, but I can fetch some for you if you'd like." She grabbed the milk and slammed it down on the table, "Drink. Now." Her tone became very demanding.

She leaned on the table with a sigh, using her arm to support her, "Holden, talk to me..." She slid into the other chair with a sigh, "What's bothering you Holden? I didn't know you for very long, but I know this isn't like you. You're more optimistic than this." Her green eyes conveyed the same worry her voice took.