"Eat." She said, her tone of voice leaving no room for argument, the stern glance she gave him only cementing her conviction. "I've decided I want oatmeal anyway." And that was it, the end of that part of the discussion. She moved to pick up the pan she'd tossed aside, placing it in the sink. Only then did she flip the switch on the kettle, kneeling down to open a cupboard, grabbing a packet of oatmeal from a box. Next she reached for a bowl and spoon, setting them aside as she waited for the water to boil.

There was no reason to dwell on past feelings, on the worry she'd felt or any other messy combination of emotions that she just didn't want to deal with anymore. No, she didn't have to - Hiccup was back. That was it. There was nothing else to it.