After a few minutes of idle TV-watching and drink-sipping, Elle returns. She gives a polite curtsey and informs me that dinner is served. “Would you prefer to dine at the table or should I bring the food out here?”
“The table is fine,” I tell her. I hold out my hand for her to take to help me stand. She takes it and pulls me up gently.
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