Paul bent over to reach into the fridge to pull out the food. Adelaide settled down into a chair. She looked around her cottage. Where she had slept on the floor there was a small couch and a chair. There was a bookshelf pressed into a corner. The table was just large enough to sit two, the small kitchen had stayed the same.
"What would you like to eat?" Paul asked. "Emily made um... salad, I think stuff for sandwiches, pasta?"
"The pasta sounds good." Adelaide said.
Adelaide looked at the table. She wasn't used to someone taking care of her.
"Why did you stay?" she asked.
"You asked me to," he said.
"And you did?"
"Yeah." He put the plate in front of her.
Adelaide poked at her food.
"What do you do?" Paul asked.
"I've been hired by the state to document stories and traditions of different tribes to create some kind of database. So I'm out here doing the recording and then later I'll hopefully create the archive and hopefully publish it online."
"And how are you going to do that?"
"Well I'm going to go around and ask if I can interview them."
"well I'd be happy to be your first guest." Paul said.
"Let me eat first and I'll get my recorder and notebook." Adelaide smiled.