Rose nodded. She would make an effort to come in as soon as possible and judge the boy for herself. And boy, she'd subject him to an inquisition. No unworthy scoundrel would work in her husband's shop if she could prevent it!

She was surprised when Andrew suddenly pulled her into his lap and hugged her, but it was rather endearing, and her features softened. Her heart began to beat a little faster. There were flutters and shivers in her body. She could feel his eyelashes and eyebrows tickle her neck, while she ran her hand through his hair in a comforting gesture. "Is something the matter, Andrew?" she asked, a little concerned.

"Nay, nothin's wrong, lass. I just wanted ta hug ye." He pulled back after a few moments and smiled at her, "Have I told ye yet today that ye're beautiful?" He hugged her again, "And I appreciate ye." There, maybe that would make up for his poor timing on broaching the apprentice subject. He meant every word though.

Rose looked into his eyes and smiled. There was a red blush on her cheeks. She wasn't used to being told such pleasant things as that she was beautiful and appreciated, and whenever Andrew said it, she soaked it up and it made her glow. "Well then..." she said softly, and she planted a few light pecks on his face. "We could wait with going for dinner... Or get something to eat here... in our own time..." Her eyes sparkled.

Andrew smiled at her and said, "Issat so? Why, Mrs. Willaby..." he drawled and chuckled, pebbling kisses along her jawline and pulling back after a minute to look at her, "What ever shall we do, then, darlin'?"

Rose had been shy on their wedding night, but she had found something she enjoyed. Really enjoyed. And she was starting to be less shy about it. Her hands found Andrew's belt, and with a challenging look straight into his eyes, she unbuckled it, saying: "Well, Mr. Willaby. You told me you like hugs."

Andrew's brows lifted. Well then. She knew what she wanted and he wasn't going to complain one bit. In fact, the moment she said it, he was as randy as a rabbit. He gave her a playful growl then and kneaded at her butt, "Oh, aye. This kinda huggin' is very much appreciated," he chuckled. He deftly picked her up and laid her on the table, and then things would happen. Things that warrant the fade into the next scene.

He was a grinning fool, feeling as if his wife complimented him earlier with her expressing what she wanted and what he fulfilled thrice, thank you very much. He had left the house after that to acquire food, bringing back a basket full of fruit and meat, bread and cheese, and he would take it to their bed where he pampered the hell out of her, feeding her grapes and such.