He shakes his head, wiping his hands on a dish towel and handing it to a maid. "I'll see you two at lunch." He nods, leaving to go get his own breakfast.

He stares at the ground quietly.

Holly slowly wakes up, looking at the breakfast given to them. She quickly brightens, "Blueberries!" She grabs her fork and quickly eats them, happy.

He chuckles softly.

Once done she stands, waving off the maid who had been waiting to take her plate. She sets it in the sink, washes it, then puts it in the dishwasher. She turns to him, "I heard you talking about my parents... I should have woken to see my mothers picture... I don't have one... I have a painting of my father... But nothing to remember my mother..." She looks down, holding in tears.

He gazes at her in sympathy. "We can go look, if you want."

She shakes her head, "Its best not to."

He nods. "Alright."

She quickly grabs a blueberry off his plate, eating it with a smirk.

He gives her a mock offended look and drags the plate out of her reach.