That's not a terribly impressive answer, but it's about what she expected, so he's spared any gasps of shock. Instead, she lets out a brief hum in the key of 'that won't do,' then gently steers Jay out the door, pulling it half-shut behind them. If Tim stirs, she wants to hear him, but there's no need to have the door gaping wide. Even though she has little trouble believing that Tim is technically gone, she still feels as if he ought to have some privacy.

"I brought something, too," she says. "Thought you might have been too, er, busy to think of food." He'd been a ghost for so long, too, he might have just got out of the habit of eating.

Greta retrieves the turnovers and tea, first. It's not the healthiest option in the world, but the poor lad could use a treat. And it'll stretch his own groceries out that much longer. "Start with these," she says, slipping the tea out of the bundle and setting the rest of it on Tim's little table, "and I'll have a look what else you've got."