It would probably be easy enough to home-brew some of the meaty ice cream at home, since she'd been keeping her fridge thoroughly stocked with bacon (much to her daughter's delight). As he leaned in, her lips cracked into a smile. Ah, so considerate.
"Really, I'm fine. I was just making sure nobody was going to blind you with a flash when you turned me around," she whispered back, brushing her fingers over the back of his neck.
"We should stay for a little while, anyway." Henry had recommended it, and even though he hardly had room to talk as far as actually showing up to events went lately, she hadn't wanted to go against his wishes. "I hear they've got great shrimp." Merlin, Richard probably thought all she ever had on her mind lately was food.
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