[She glances at him from the window, giving him something of a tired smile--physical, more than anything else. If he took notice of the piles of snow that were shoved off the way to the door, he might be able to tell why.]
Morning, Luke.
You need only look at the table. [Sure enough, it's right there, just waiting for him to mix it all together.]
[Action]
Morning, Luke.
You need only look at the table. [Sure enough, it's right there, just waiting for him to mix it all together.]