Grace focuses on the griddle and eggs in the pan, humming as she moves from plate to plate, filling in specific orders tailored to personal preferences she'd never had to ask after, simply knew by observation. Turkey bacon for Klaus, extra coffee brewed rich for Five, protein smoothie for Luther- details for a detail-oriented mind best suited to meticulous curating of meals, memories, and heartfelt moments. As crowded as the house has become? She's in her element. More people to mind and care for, more people to dote on. Being a mother is her purpose. Her sole reason for existing.

To that end she allows an arbitrary measure of time to pass, waiting for Dhalia to make up her mind on her own before calling out to Dhalia in the doorway. "Come sit down, Dhalia, your plate is almost ready."