Because she was only able to tolerate small bites, Ginny started with her eggs. Cold eggs are terrible, no matter the conversation at hand. She was still working her way through them even though Bill had cleaned his plate; Ginny was much more preoccupied with watching Bill and thinking.
"Only you can really know what to do, Bill. What's in your heart. What's best and healthiest for...everyone involved." With that, Ginny retreated back to her tea, done with the eggs and for once not interested in the bacon.