Fridays were always a bit of a relief for Elsie, the end of her workweek meant she got to spend time with Bentley and Tyb during their down time and she cherished those days when they got to spend it together. Bentley was so close to crawling that she feared their peace of mind would go right out the window once he was mobile. He could sit up and was starting to scoot around that way already, it was only a matter of time before their house was no longer safe. Especially if he was anything like his father.

Mrs. Robinson, against her better judgement, had let Elsie take over dinner for the evening. Their housekeeper was a lovely woman, very prompt and dedicated and they treated her well because not everybody would work for a family like theirs, shrouded in some scandal. Elsie was by no means trying to take the housekeeper's job, but she did want to know enough to cover making meals if for whatever reason Mrs. Robinson was unwell or was unavailable. Mostly, Elsie just liked feeling useful. Mrs. Robinson had moved on to finishing up the laundry from this morning instead without complaining, but she had that look anyway.

Bentley was quite content making a mess of his own dinner in his high chair, at the state where he enjoyed feeding himself more than being fed, so Elsie just let it happen. He could be easily tossed into the bathtub before bed. Plus he was happy and occupied while she finished up making the asparagus and getting everything set for when Tyb came home. Speaking of— she heard the front door open. Tyb would know where to find them, it was pretty much the same at this point each week, but she called out anyway. "Just finishing up dinner!" She called, leaving it up to him if he wanted to unpack and decompress or come find them.