Emmeline hadn't heard Charlie come in. Truth be told, she hadn't heard much of anything as she'd stood by the oven stirring the food her mother had instructed her to focus on. Lost in her thoughts and the smells coming from the pan, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Charlies voice. She even squeaked in surprise before she dropped the spoon that clattered to the ground as she spun around to see him.

Her cheeks were flush from the shock but her smile was wide as she took him in with big brown eyes. "You've a nasty habit of startling me, Mr. Caulfield," she said in a playful tone. There was no way it could be mistaken as a true reprimand though, not with the smile on her face of the bright glistening of her eyes.

"Recognize anything?" she asked quickly, but her eyes didn't leave him even if she was tempted to glance in the direction of the picnic basket on the counter.

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