She bends to pull the bread out of the oven, and as though it's some sort of silent signal, all of the children abandon Gru and take their places around the table. Bread, bacon, and jam will have to tide them over until the stew is ready.

As the children tear into the bread, Mia stretches, hands to her lower back, twisting side to side, and turns to check on the stew with a quiet sigh.

(Alistair doesn't want to talk, Cullen apparently won't get out of bed -- all she can do is get on with her morning.)