She nodded jerkily as he rushed off, glad for the silence for the moment while he was away from the kitchen. It gave her a chance to plate the scones and steep the tea. She set a jar of jam, one of her own purchases at the market, onto the table along with the scones, some butter, the tea, sugar, cream, and a jar of honey that she also paid for. The smell of the mint permeated through the air along with the scent of the scones.

And then she began to clean furiously, scrubbing needlessly at one of the counters when the mess had been cleaned up as she went.