Emmeline's cheeks were quick to blush again as he mentioned not minding if they didn't return. But she only did so because she'd been thinking the very same thing. She just couldn't quite voice such thoughts out loud despite all they'd been through.

She accepted the glass of wine gratefully and took a small sip, not sure what she'd think of it. She pulled a slight face at first at the dryness of the burgundy liquid. She was blushing at his remark though. "Well my mum put it altogether," she admitted, "She just asked me to finish it up. And it's ready now." She glanced over her shoulder to see the serving platter on the other counter. "Can you bring that here?" she asked as she motioned to the dish in question.

Once he'd brought it over, she lifted the pan and carefully poured the meats and veggies onto it. "I suppose we can just finish setting the table and wait for them," she added with a shrug before wiping her hands on the little apron tied around her waist.

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