The food at the Inn was always worth the wait. Ingrid was sure her husband and her son would be happy with a meal from it. Sometimes she thought that they thought Arianna's cooking was better then her own. Actually, it was probably true. Ingrid enjoyed Arianna's cooking a lot herself. Ingrid smiled at her friend.<br/><br/>"I'm sure you won't have to work too hard to convince her. In fact, you'll probably have to work harder on convincing her to give your baby back."<br/><br/>Ingrid ended the sentence with a wink. Moira was an adorable little baby. Everyone in Crossroads seemed to love her. Ingrid was sure Arianna would have no trouble finding a babysitter. Arianna would probably have to turn people down at the opportunity to spend a few hours with the little girl. Ingrid was fond of the baby herself. Not that she wanted to start over again. Her son was sixteen and her daughter was thirteen. She was well out of the baby phase. Although she had no problem helping her friends spoil Moira.<br/><br/>"Tomorrow night it is."<br/><br/>Ingrid said with a nod of her head in agreement. She let Arianna get back to her work and took a sip of her drink. She looked at Eliza and suddenly wished she was little again. Her daughter had just entered puberty and was taking after her...Which meant as her body matured, so were her powers. It worried Ingrid greatly, she didn't want the dark witches near her child. But she also knew it was impossible to protect her twenty four hours a day.