[ Bree looks up at Claire as if the tray of food isn't obvious. ]

I wanted to do something nice for you. For both of you, so I got breakfast. Everything's fine, you don't have to shout.

[ She marches herself up the stairs and stands in front of Claire. ]

Bread, fruit, eggs, and something that looks like wallpaper paste in a bowl.

[ She's still hoping the fact that she got the food at all will help. ]