She ate her dinner slowly, relishing the pot pie. Ruth sighed about halfway through and she murmured, "This is a good pie, mum. If I didn't have ta tend to me boy soon, I'd beg another piece off of ye," she chuckled. She wasn't joking, between the work and breastfeeding, she always looked forward to meal time and sometimes was hungry enough she felt like she could eat a horse... Not that she had to worry about starving in this house, she thought, glad to be in a place where she wouldn't go hungry. Her ugly thoughts about Angus reared up for a moment there as she realized just what a jackass she had married, worried more about his damned ale than feeding his growing family. She shook her head at herself and forced her thoughts back to the present, returning to savoring her meal. Jacob was cooing away in the basket.