"We shall see when that time comes," she murmured, having to ponder about that for a moment as they slipped inside. She was only holding on to her basket of goods from market, she didn't mind setting it on the floor under the table at her feet. Besides, it would be within reach if something soured. She didn't think it would, but she had to keep it in mind.

"It's fine, there isn't much I have to carry and I am famished," she flashed a winning grin. "This was a good idea."

Indeed, the smell was quite the improvement from the warf, which she would have to avoid until after the child was born. The sudden desire for Yorkshire pudding caused her to drool. It'd become one of her favorite meals along with the beef and the gravy it came with. (Pun not intended.)