[he'll have to get used to being coddled, because Trisha does a lot of that...

she has a lot of time to make up for, too. even if he can't remember as much.

she goes to the stove and sets a few pans going-- eggs, bacon and sausages, toast, some fruit, freshly squeezed juice... he's going to get the full nine yards and be left wanting for nothing!]

I know you must have a lot of questions...

[her voice piques up from the middle of her cooking endeavor where the silence save for clink of pots and pans had settled over them.]

If there's anything I can answer or help you understand, you just have to ask, dear. Alright?