"Thank you," she said. She looked at the two then and remembered her manners. "Oh, shall I put on some tea?" she asked. Her eyes were earnest as she regarded father and son. Karen looked up at Fred with a smile then... not a shy smile but a nervous one. It was clear that she was as interested in him as he was in her but she had more cause to be nervous being that she was more freshly widowed than he. "I can put the kettle on right now if you wish."