Eva merely shrugged and raised her glass to his before taking a sip. Looking around the kitchen she realized she didn't really have an answer to his question. "Honestly, I don't know." With everything in the oven and the soda bread unlikely salvageable, Eva really didn't know what else there was to do until dinner was done. Even then it would just be take it out of the oven and serve... or so she hoped!

"I was trying to make soda bread, but I think I've ruined it somehow. Guess we're not having dessert." She shrugged her shoulders and smiled sheepishly at him over her wine glass. The dough she'd managed to come up with was not what she remembered it to be, so unless Mrs. Sweeney had thought ahead and hidden something in the ice box, they were likely to be raiding the cookie jar for an after dinner sweet.

There was no point in dwelling on her failed soda bread- had she been on top of her game, she would have made it ahead of time at least once so she knew how to do it, but had wanted it fresh from the oven and so hadn't thought about practicing. "How was your day?" She asked- and suddenly realized that this could become a regular occurrence, if things progressed naturally; dinner in the oven, a glass of wine, asking about his day. Eva found it surprisingly appealing, though she had never envisioned it before.