Hmmm.

[She doesn't take her hand back, still, but the nudge is at least reassuring. She'll move the next opportunity she can get to do it casually; for the time being, the pancakes are soft enough and sufficiently saturated in syrup to break them apart one-handed with the edge of the fork.]

Then it seems as though we have a plan. And all that remains is to get some breakfast into Trevor, so that we are all ready to go at once.