the taciturn nature of breakfast conversation

The scrambled eggs on her plate got an extra dollop of ketchup before she swirled them around in their bloodlike disposition. "You don't tell me anything," she lamented as she regarded her eggs and scooped them individually on her toast. "Which, maybe it's because you might live a boring life. Or maybe it's just in parent code to not tell me too much of what happens in your life."Resignedly, Chunk looked off towards the side. "I know," he nodded. "I am a little guilty of that. And I've been trying to fix it, but..."He put down his own mug of coffee. "Anna, there's someone I have to tell you about."Or, Chunk breaks it to Anna that he's in a relationship with Robert.