Dinner had been surprisingly..relaxed. Emmeline hadn't been sure what to expect out of it. Charlie had left her home just a few days prior with promises (of a sort) made and then her mother had requested of her to write to him and see if he'd be interested in coming to dinner. Clearly, she'd had something up her sleeve. It would have been the only explanation that made sense in Emmeline's mind. However, nothing glaringly obvious had come up. Instead there had been plenty of free flowing conversation and laughter shared between them all.

And then as Emmeline and her mother had seen to cleaning up, her father had fallen into conversation with Charlie while they drank the rum he'd brought. Emmeline had smiled the whole time they'd been cleaning up and found her cheeks almost aching from the smiles when she sat in the chair opposite Charlie after her father had excused himself. Her mother had left to tidy up as well and even made mention of a slight headache. Emmeline knew better though.

"It was," she responded with a sweet smile though her cheeks were flushed from the cleaning and her hair No longer perfectly tucked and pinned. She was comfortable though, especially once she'd pulled her knees up to her chin much as she had the other night. "You seem to be winning both of my parents over," she said with a smirk.

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