She ties her hair back from her face while she's waiting, haphazardly gathering thick curls together in one hand and managing to pull them into something resembling an updo with the hairtie around her wrist. In this environment, Castle leads the way, and although there's a part of her that occasionally has to remind herself to shut up an follow orders without protest, breakfast is typically an event that runs smoothly.

"Now I'm starting to figure out why she worried about leaving you by yourself," Beckett mutters dryly, switching the ice tray from one hand to the other as she nudges open the door of the bottom drawer and peruses its contents. Subconsciously, she's kind of grateful that Alexis has established her own independence, albeit in small ways. The other half of her is glad that there's no one she could potentially be running into in the middle of the night while going to get a glass of water in one of Castle's shirts.

"Well, some of us can still make sure you're not using your selective reading on food labels in her absence," Beckett replies, reaching over to gently brush ice-cold fingers on the back of Castle's neck as she passes.