Deanna looks up, a little surprised to be distracted, but her smile comes the next second. Even if that smile is light and a little wan. It's good to see Beverly out on any night, and she nodded. "Of course. Please do."

She could probably use a break as it is. She looked down at the PADD, and then to the spoon on one side of it and then over to her bowl of ice cream. That wasn't. It wasn't ice cream anymore. It was a small chocolate puddle or pool in a nice glass. There was a moment of consternation that touched her face, but not deeply. Correction. Maybe it was more than a 'probably.'