[The kiss is interrupted by a giggle from Elsa as she playfully pokes Cass in the gut.]

Should I be worried that you didn't eat breakfast today? Your stomach seems to be trying to figure out a way to growl louder than you can.

[Nudging Cass's hip with her own, Elsa enters the office and sets the containers in her hands out on Cass's desk. Inside are a couple of those fancy dip sandwiches; hot, thinly sliced meat (it's beef, not... anything else) with little covered cups of au jus gravy on the side of each of them. And of course another container is filled with fresh pastries - a few danishes, still warm, with honey drizzled all over them.

It's nothing extravagant, but it's certainly MORE than appealing to a hungry bear.]

I know it's just lunch, but... you deserved something a little special, with all the hard work you've been doing.