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It was that very evening when Darcy discovered just the lengths Georgiana would go through for something she held a passion for. After she pushed him into his best dress and proceeded to refuse to let him out of his bedchambers for half an hour, she finally led him out by his arm.
"Georgiana, what is the meaning of this?"
Immediately she hushed him, and Darcy, finding himself slightly intrigued, fell silent at her request. She led him to the dinner table, which was set with meticulous care, and forcefully pushed him down into a seat.
"Now, wait right here. Do not dare move an inch!"
Now he felt extremely intrigued. So he stayed where he was put, admiring the food set out before him, until Georgiana returned, beaming proudly, with Elizabeth at her side. The deep purple gown Elizabeth wore clung to her body in the most flattering way, and Darcy used all his self-will to prevent himself from staring. Maybe the idea of having kids with her wasn't so repulsive after all...
As his wife took the seat opposite him, his sister took it upon herself to light the extra candles on the table and began to serve the food.
"I took the liberty of preparing dinner for you tonight," said Georgiana excitedly.
"You cooked this?"
"Well, with the help of Mrs. Reynolds. Otherwise I might have set the house on fire."
When she finished serving, she took a step back and smiled.
"Are you not joining us?" asked Elizabeth.
"Oh, no. I ate earlier with Mrs. Reynolds. Enjoy."
And with that, she left the couple to sit in increasing uncomfortable silence, before Elizabeth broke out into laughter.
"She is very...bold."
"But with only," here Darcy paused to stand up and blow out the extra candles, "the very best intentions."
Elizabeth smiled brightly down at her plate, picking up her fork.
"Well, shall we eat then?"
"Really?"
"Quite. It would be a shame to let such good food go to waste," said Elizabeth. Then, seeming to reflect upon something, continued, "I have had the honor, on occasion, of enjoying something that Miss. Darcy had prepared. I cannot say anything wanting."
"Truly? I must be honest, I have not had that honor previous."
"Then there is no better time than now," said she, smiling.
They continued with amiable conversation through the rest of their meal, occasioning praise to its creator. Elizabeth responded to Darcy's questions with unfaltering agreeability, even hazarding a question or so of her own. The Darcys learned more about the other in the one hour and a half meal than they had in the whole of their marriage, and Darcy found himself reluctant to end the evening. While clearing off the dishes, Darcy noticed Elizabeth steal a couple casual glances in his direction.
"Something on your mind, Miss. Elizabeth?"
"Tonight was...tolerable."
"Only tolerable?"
"Enjoyable, even."
Darcy smirked at Elizabeth's teasing tone of voice. "I'm glad I provided you with a barely tolerable evening, then."
"Ah, I did say enjoyable, did I not?"
"Yes, that you did."
"I do look forward to another one of these evenings. Perhaps Miss. Darcy has another scheme in mind."
Her words caught Darcy very much off guard, and found himself unable to form a coherent sentence. They continued on in silence, with the two occasionally catching the others eye and sharing a small smile; just when he had about given up. Maybe Georgiana knew just what she had been doing.