Rosamund finally relaxed, now that the man - gentleman, theoretically - had left the teashop, and she let out the last of the second-hand stress by laughing a little louder than usual at Ginny’s remark as she took her slice of sponge-cake.
“A spoonful of passion would probably be plenty,” she added, almost tongue-in-cheek, as she tipped a tiny bit of sugar into her tea. Too much passion and one’s partner would probably find themselves a patient at the hospital with an aneurysm, if not a broken heart. “But nonsense, Ginny,” Rommy countered with a shake of her head at the not looking likely. “I’m sure there must be someone. You’ve the best prospects of us all!”
She chuckled, still replaying that dramatic scene before her in her mind’s eye. Rosamund thought it rather lucky they had all been here to witness such a scene together: she doubted if anyone else would quite believe it, if they hadn’t!
“A spoonful of passion would probably be plenty,” she added, almost tongue-in-cheek, as she tipped a tiny bit of sugar into her tea. Too much passion and one’s partner would probably find themselves a patient at the hospital with an aneurysm, if not a broken heart. “But nonsense, Ginny,” Rommy countered with a shake of her head at the not looking likely. “I’m sure there must be someone. You’ve the best prospects of us all!”
She chuckled, still replaying that dramatic scene before her in her mind’s eye. Rosamund thought it rather lucky they had all been here to witness such a scene together: she doubted if anyone else would quite believe it, if they hadn’t!
