He removed the domes on what turned out to be frittatas. Colorful ones, she noted, sure to contain lots of healthy things. “What’s the deal you’ve got with spinach? Do you own the world’s supply of it?” He poured her another cup of coffee. “You’re a slender woman who all too often works herself into the ground and neglects eating during her workday. Iron matters. There’s bacon in there as well.” She swore she saw Galahad’s ears twitch at the word bacon.
