This does make her smile return as she makes an amused sound.

"Anything's better than egg sticks and fiber loaf," she answers, popping the lid from the tray and reaching in to retrieve a warm, blueberry-studded piece of baked heaven, nestled in its little accordioned paper cup. She hands it to him almost reverently. "I'm only sorry I can't do anything about the lack of real coffee."

A second muffin is retrieved and she sits in the chair next to his bed, quietly munching. She's not one to ignore any elephants in the room, but at the same time, she's learnt from years of dealing with Walter that when bad news is afoot, food is Important.