Bill was an experienced father, yes, but he was also often oblivious, and he did not notice his young daughter-in-law's short sickness. He was busy looking for that bottle opener anyway and a little flattered by the compliment. "I used to sing that song for yer Joe, ye know? Anyway, I don't know owt about lady manners, lass, but I reckon ye needn't worry about them anymore now. There!" he added when he opened another drawer and found what he was looking for. He opened the bottle and sat down. Then he began to unwrap the food. "If ye have sum't to say, I don't see why ye would need to bite yer tongue, unless it's unkind. There we go. Oh, ye might want a fork." He got up again and began looking for forks. "Anyway, ye 'ave a pleasant voice yerself, but we 'aven't 'eard much of it in this 'ouse."