"I told them you were sleeping and that everyone was okay," Eleanor said, nodding toward the chair across from her. "Come on, sit. Eat."
"Right." I slid into the chair and picked up my fork. "Thank you. For handling that."
"I don't like poking into other people's business, but they were persistent. I was either going to shut the phone off or answer it… I figured answering was the nicer move."
"You did the right thing," I said, digging into the eggs. "They probably thought I'd been stabbed or something with all that yelling yesterday."
She smirked, though there was a bit of a flush on her cheeks. "Was our… fight… really that loud?"
"Hey, you can hear everything upstairs, and we can hear everything downstairs," I reminded her with a grin.
"Right… god, you have some stamina, Evan. I've gotta give you that."
"I try. You really should just join us next time, Eleanor. Save yourself the trouble of listening through the floorboards."
