She comes back to the room with a box under one arm and a bag under the other. She's wearing a white turtleneck and tan trousers over black riding boots. Her hair is pulled back into a tight bun, and she's actually wearing glasses. She heads for the kitchen, not even bothering to drop the box or bag.
She comes back out a moment later, empty-handed, and stops to look at him, sprawled in a chair, reading
"I got you something. Have you ever learned how to make
cortaditos? It's a bit more complicated than boiling an egg, but well worth the effort."