Elsie got dinner together fairly quickly, making a cold buffet for them both featuring all of Misses Patmore's finest cooking and baking. Elsie thought the cook had made sure to fill the basket with fully prepared dishes only, making Elsie's job more of a serving one.

With the table set, Elsie took of her apron and lit the four candles in the candelabra on the kitchen table, switching the electric light in the kitchen of.

'Dinner is served.' She stated, smiling to herself, it had really been the only thing she'd done. God bless Misses Patmore. They should really get her something nice for when they went back to work. And Daisy, who had probably had a lot to do with the generous food supply as well.

The newlyweds sat for hours, the food not getting any colder they took their time. Charles wouldn't stop telling his wife how pretty she looked. Elsie could almost take it, still feeling a little shy, she still wasn't used to such admiration, and so much of it. But the two glasses of wine were steadily taking the edge of.

At some point Charles had gotten up and made a small fire. It was surprisingly cold at night and Charles wasn't going to let his wife be tempted to put more clothes on.

Pouring themselves a third glass of wine they were telling each other some of their favourites. Favourite colour, time of year, flower and what ever else hadn't come up yet in the many many years they'd known each other.

'Favourite bit of me?' She asked her husband, eyeing him over her wineglass.

'Oh, now that is a tough one.' 'I fear I have not yet decided on that.' He said as if she had asked him this repeatedly. 'It's a difficult choice, all your bits are so lovely, and for different reasons.

Elsie pressed her lips together nodding at him, trying to convey she supported him in this difficult matter.

'My favourite thing about you.' He said. 'Is your heart.' 'The way you left it open for me, even though I didn't deserve it.'

She started to protest.

'No, no, it is true, I didn't deserve it from time to time, however that is the bigness of your heart.' He stated earnestly. 'You have so much compassion for everyone, it is this that makes me like your heart the most.'

She beamed at him. Not sure of what to say or if she should say anything at all.

The wine had loosened his tongue or this was just him, the way he was now, with me. Either way she wanted to let her husband talk.

She shifted her chair sideways and lifted her dress of her knees so she could cross them underneath it. Sitting back comfortably she merely smiled at him and mouthed 'thank you.'