Catherine brightened slightly when she saw Kenneth.
"Where is Emily?" she asked, looking behind him.
"She has something else to take care of," Kenneth answered, stepping inside.
"You cooked?"
"Yes."
She blinked, surprised.
"…I did not know you could."
"There are many things you do not know," he replied, finding himself unable to meet her eyes.
Catherine smiled, grabbing a seat and staring at the meat on the plate.
It's been a while since she ate some.
The rest of the meal was simple: stewed roots with rice and soup with meat.
She began eating.
Kenneth sat across from her and placed the meat on her plate first.
His chest felt heavier with each second, and his eyes stayed fixed on the bottle of wine.
Catherine chewed slowly.
"…It's not bad," she admitted.
But Kenneth wasn't listening to her.
He held his palms together, not sure why he was feeling so nervous, when he felt a tap on his hand.
"What's wrong?" Catherine asked.
"Huh?"
