"It can be our dinner. I know it's not much but I'm not the world's best cook. I didn't make the pot roast. And mashed potatoes are easy." She was already going to the cupboard to get the potatoes out to peel. Smiling a bit, this is what she imagined her life would be like when he came back except he'd be trying to steal kisses and making it hard for her to work.

When he spoke about the book, about it being familiar, her face lit up a bit, her expression hopeful. "That's really, really good." She moved towards him before stopping and turning back around to wash off the potatoes first, before starting to peel them with a knife. She was quiet for a moment. "How are you? I mean... How is it being home?"