It was near impossible to imagine what they would eat if not meat pies, at least on an infrequent basis. She'd endured so many of them within the last few years that having other options stunned her for a moment. After all, she had assumed he already had the basic staff in place. A housekeeper, a cook, perhaps a footman or maid. That he was expecting her to hire staff herself was both disorienting and exciting. "Perhaps not permanently, maybe just once every fortnight or so." She replied diplomatically. Just because she had a dislike of them didn't mean that he did.

Verity returned to her meal then. It would be a shame for the delicious food to turn cold.

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