Fred grinned at her daughter and hugged her tight. "I love you," she said before she started to cut the casserole with a spatula. She placed some on a plate for herself before placing some on a plate for Regan and more on another plate for Wesley. "Why don't you bring the orange juice out with you."
Regan nodded and did as her mother said, and took the orange juice out to the dining area. Fred carried two plates in with her, figuring Wesley would carry the third one. When she stepped into the dining room, she blinked. The sun was filtering through the windows and it'd been so long since she'd seen it.
"It's a little bright in here," she said, with a smile. "It's been a while since I've seen the sun and it's really nice." She stood there for a moment and allowed the warmth to fall on her face.
After a few moments, she sat down and poured everyone a glass of orange juice. She then took a bite of the casserole and nodded. "This is really good," she said. "I might have to get the recipe and try to make it." She then took another but before a drink of the juice. "Is there anything you two want to do today?"
While Fred and Regan took the other plates and orange juice out to the table, Wesley picked up the last one and headed up behind them. When they reached the dining room, he stopped for a moment, watching the way Fred reacted to the sun. He understood the feeling - it felt like it had been forever since any of them had been warmed by it.
Walking into the room, he set his plate on the table and took the glass of juice his wife handed him before beginning to eat. The casserole was very good. Although he rather feared the three of them in the kitchen. Maybe he really would talk to Rupert about those lessons. It wouldn't hurt, and it might actually be a good thing for the three of them to do together.
"Maybe we can go for a walk later," he suggested when Fred asked if there was anything they wanted to do that day. "When Rupert and I checked the forecast yesterday, it said it was supposed to be beautiful here until the end of the week. Since this is England, land of rain, we should probably take advantage of that."
"Uncle Rupert says there are lots of neat places around here," Regan said. "Places on the hills were you can see for miles."
"Sounds lovely." He looked at Fred and reached over to cover her hand with his. "What do you say, love? Would be good to get out, I think."
Regan nodded and did as her mother said, and took the orange juice out to the dining area. Fred carried two plates in with her, figuring Wesley would carry the third one. When she stepped into the dining room, she blinked. The sun was filtering through the windows and it'd been so long since she'd seen it.
"It's a little bright in here," she said, with a smile. "It's been a while since I've seen the sun and it's really nice." She stood there for a moment and allowed the warmth to fall on her face.
After a few moments, she sat down and poured everyone a glass of orange juice. She then took a bite of the casserole and nodded. "This is really good," she said. "I might have to get the recipe and try to make it." She then took another but before a drink of the juice. "Is there anything you two want to do today?"
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Walking into the room, he set his plate on the table and took the glass of juice his wife handed him before beginning to eat. The casserole was very good. Although he rather feared the three of them in the kitchen. Maybe he really would talk to Rupert about those lessons. It wouldn't hurt, and it might actually be a good thing for the three of them to do together.
"Maybe we can go for a walk later," he suggested when Fred asked if there was anything they wanted to do that day. "When Rupert and I checked the forecast yesterday, it said it was supposed to be beautiful here until the end of the week. Since this is England, land of rain, we should probably take advantage of that."
"Uncle Rupert says there are lots of neat places around here," Regan said. "Places on the hills were you can see for miles."
"Sounds lovely." He looked at Fred and reached over to cover her hand with his. "What do you say, love? Would be good to get out, I think."
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