"If we had some cinnamon, they'd be okay." Plain, they're edible, but they're about as exciting as chewing on soggy cardboard. Beth sets the bowl down before Sonia, watching her reach awkwardly for it. Offering to feed her seems like it'd be condescending, but Sonia's barely managing on her own. Give her a chance. Maybe she'll get it.

In the meantime, she'll try to keep up some conversation while Sonia tries to eat. "You aren't missing much. It's still cold out."