He opens the door and the smell of baking breads drifts out the door. As well as the scent of preshrank cooked goods and something sweet.
He grins and steps aside. "Come in. Come in. I'm glad you got here when you did. I'm just about to get the bread out of the oven. It's nothing fancy. Just something to help off set all of the sauce I made."
He is rambling and he knows it. But he is happy to have her here.
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