She hopes this will be a push toward Tony keeping a better track of his own eating and sleeping as well, but she's not expecting major strides just yet. Luckily they had seven months to go.

"Yeah? Think you could handle eggs?" she teases as they start to ascend the stairs. She actually does feel like scrambled eggs, though she's expecting to make them herself if she wants it to be edible. She will forever remember that omelette, let's not kid here.