Her brow furrowed and she shook her head. She also ordered the English Breakfast, it was something they had in common with the tastes and she always slipped him the mushrooms because she found those revolting. She fully intended on stealing one of his tomatoes, a game she had played with all of her siblings at one point or another no matter how much they got on her last nerves.

"Look at us both," she snorted, "All of us, actually. Kate'll grow up to either learn from watchin' our shenanigans that trouble isn't always fun, or she'll be just as silly as each o' us seem ta have been as we grew up. Ah, John, but I have a ray of hope, I do. I've been ta see a solicitor about a solution to me problem with me husband." She licked her lips thoughtfully, then, and looked down at the table. "I wish to untangle meself from the likes of that rotten husband o' mine. Ye don't even know just how much I now hate the man. I wanted somethin' better than ma and pa have but at least pa ne'er ditched ma fer a fancier skirt and a nip o' spirits. Ah, brother, what do we do?"

She was dying to tell him about her feelings toward the man who's family and staff took her in when she was just about to give birth to her son. It was something she now knew she must keep to herself, especially with the likes of that awful Gareth. It was a secret not even Mister Blackwood would learn unless it came out somehow; it certainly wasn't her place to love a man who grieved his wife while she herself was wed.