[ She pauses, eying him a second like she isn't sure if she should be worried about this actually being a ploy for him to drown her in maple syrup or hollandaise sauce. Maybe she just wasn't expecting him to agree. But far be it from Lillian Crawley to back down once a challenge of any kind, breakfast or not, has been issued.

So, fine. Breakfast it is. ]

You'll be fine. Y'even looked at me yet? I'm sweaty an' wearin' my runnin' stuff.

[ Like they don't already make an awkward pair anyway, if Lil cared about those kinds of appearances. She starts off back down the path, waving for him to follow her. ]

C'mon. I know a place around here. We can walk.