In an instant, her heart dropped to somewhere deep in her stomach. Her arms recoiled. They found a place resting across her body, her hands grasping the other arm tight. She felt so stupid. And if there was anything that Gertrude Baker hated, it was feeling stupid.

"Oh... erm... sorry." she replied, trying to say something, her gaze more interested in the dishes than him. She shifted where she stood. She could feel her cheeks getting warmer as she stared wide-eyed at the sink.

"So that's... normal?" she asked awkwardly, only briefly looking towards him.

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