Neil starts for the door, then circles back. He pauses to press a kiss to Rosie's cheek, a little mumble of thanks pressed into the gesture before he scurries out.

"I can get breakfast started," he promises. He's not a very good cook, but he's gotten a bit better about things, and he can at least scramble some eggs and make toast. And Rosie is putting herself out to take care of him, so he should take care of her as much as he can.

In any case, he leaves her to it, heading to the kitchen.