Smiling timidly, Hayley mustered a timid "Thanks." as she worked on their breakfast, unaware of the chatter Vincent was subjecting Isaac to. Much to her relief, the potatoes were done in an hour, pipping hot and well-done. Sliding the cooked potatoes onto each plate, she generously poured baked beans on top of the baked potatoes and carried the finished servings onto the table. "Be careful. The potato is still very hot. You don't wanna burn your tongue with it," she said to him as she poured herself a glass of milk. "Any drinks you'd like?"