"Depends which subject someone needed researching, I suppose." River pushes away from the table and steps into the kitchen, retrieving the second plate of eggs, and bacon for him.

"I understand that Bar can be a bit thorough sometimes, and while I am the type to appreciate a doctorate level brief, not everyone is." She returns to her seat and takes up her tea, blowing across the surface idly. "And even in my day and age, sometimes a human eye is required to correlate more sophisticated criteria into something meaningful."

Her scent is that of focus, need and worry. He knows her well enough by now to know she's concerned about carrying her weight, and that she needs to feel like she's contributing.