She looks up when he enters and gives a smile, lips twitching a bit at the crookedly buttoned shirt. She feels a bit underdressed next to him, still in her pajamas, but it's a fleeting discomfort.

"Oh -- sorry. You'll have to get them yourself if you want some. I'm allergic," she says a bit apologetically, popping a piece of apple into her mouth. "Coffee's done. I think the oatmeal is too, if you want some. I wasn't sure if you even liked it."

But she does, and since she was going to make it anyway... she nods at him, informing lightly, "You missed a button."