Though she was asking for his opinion, it was not difficult to tell that she'd already came to her own conclusion. She loved it, and her expression made that blatantly obvious. Her bright, brown eyes and the tight, upward-angled corners of her lips were a dead giveaway as she tried—and failed—to hide her excitement for the cottage before them. Edric gently patted her arm and muffled a chuckle.

"I think it would meet our needs," he commented, a pleasant smile resting on his lips. He wasn't one to get too attached to his lodgings; he'd so long lived at his father's house, leaving home at the break of dawn and returning when the sun had already fallen. That opinion was bound to change now that he had a wife, but he was very much in agreement that an seaside cottage was a more comfortable environment to raise a family than a bustling London neighborhood. "... unless you plan on having as many children as your mother," he teased, knowing very well that she had no desire for that many children.

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