The constable was quick. By the time his hand fell from the door, Malachi heard movement inside, and soon after was greeted by the... partial sight of Crane. A rather awkward way to answer the door, but--

"Oh," Malachi stepped aside as a cat darted through. Looked right up at him, too, before scurrying off. "Hello, Diane..."

Constable Crane had a cat? That... felt right. With a polite smile, he looked back to Crane.

"Hello, constable," greeted Malachi. "It's no problem at all. I'm sorry if I've caused you any cat troubles."

If the cat hadn't returned by the time he left, perhaps he'd look for it before he went back to the presbytery. It wasn't like he had to worry about getting to sleep on time. He handed over the basket, gaze lingering briefly on the constable's gloved hand before it lifted to his face.

Gloves at home. Interesting.

Malachi stepped inside, letting his hands fold loosely at the back of his waist.

"Only if it's not a problem," he said in regards to the meal, "but that would be nice, sure. How are you, constable?"