Miss Potts' sudden appearance in the Constabulary was an unexpected but welcome distraction.  With his own arm still stuck in a sling under healer's orders, he was still stuck at his desk under Chief's orders.  And it was slowly driving him crazy.  Making him do paperwork for weeks was way more effective at teaching him a lesson than having his arm nearly ripped off.

He all but pounced on basket of food she'd brought.  "She's probably right"  He said, peering through the contents to see what he was having for dinner for the next few days.  Truth was he hadn't really mastered seeing to his own meals and Mrs. Potts was single handedly keeping him from living off sweet rolls and pub food.  "Ah!  I wondered where that got to."  he said with a smile, finally moving his attention from the food to the scarf.  "I should get her something as a thank you…" he mused.  He nearly made a joke about being cold and hungry without her but it sounded more sad than funny in his head.

"So how are you getting on?" he asked with a nod to her own sling.

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