“You know me Deck, when it comes to tea combinations, my boundaries know no limits.” Saffy chirped in an extremely tired but jovial tone. Watching Declan walk around the kitchen made her extremely grateful for the small village that her family had welcomed. Deck and the rest of the shop hands were so invaluable, and in more ways than one. She was eternally grateful that they also helped lighten the workload for Tess. Truth be told she always felt bad that she hadn’t stayed to help, even though Tess wouldn’t have dreamed of insisting that any of them remain at home in the print shop.

“I’m not holding you up, am I?” She inquired with a worried look at him. “I can prepare my own tea if you need to hurry back.” He’d worked hard tonight no doubt; she could certainly tell that by what she thought were dark circles under his eyes. Or perhaps that was just an ink smudge.