“Oh,” she was relieved to find out that nothing was wrong. But, why did he have that awful look on his face? It was something between elation and fear. Well, as she watched him it seemed like he tried to mask it, so she let it slide.
A picnic? What a genius. It seemed Shawchert was always bringing her food right when she needed it the most and now was definitely one of those times. She had been up with the sun and looked after the animals, but had forgotten to get herself anything to eat. Then, when she contemplated just what she was supposed to do with a bucket of milk, she had completely forgotten about her hunger. She nodded furiously. “Okay, I was just getting a bit hungry.” Her stomach backed her up, grumbling as if on cue.
She moved back into the cottage and retrieved the pink cloak she was not keen on wearing, draped it over her shoulders and stepped out into the cool day. “After you, sir,” she said with a light giggle, sweeping her arm so he would lead the way.
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