She heard the rumble and knew the answer. She figured that meals were probably pretty meager in the hospital he was in, if they were meager in the one she volunteered in. She'd been kind enough to make extra things for the soldiers from timet to time, which earned her many proposals of marriage. "It's no bother. I need to eat something myself." She glanced around the kitchen. "How would you like some mashed potatoes and pot roast? We have some left over from dinner last night. I only have to make the potatoes." And then she'd have something to do with her hands. But first, she moved to put the coffee on. Of course, his question made her look at him for a moment. "I'm... okay. I mean, I've been better but I'm sure you can say the same."

She spied the book as he placed it on the table, giving him a smile as she nodded towards it. "Your favorite. Sometimes you'd write quotes from it. Or ask me to write a few passages from it for you."