"It looks like you thought of everything," Edith says, still smiling, as she carefully lifts the kettle over to the sink so she can fill it with water. Figuring out how to get around on her own with her leg still injured hasn't been the easiest thing in the world, but she's better at it now than she was a few weeks ago. She's no less looking forward to not having crutches in her way anymore, but she can, at least, take care of some things. "Maybe the English Breakfast?"