Rose watched Thomas zoom away after her questioning. She had assumed he wouldn't know much about the problem, but the fact he was so eager to help in any way he could pleased her. The little boy had been raised well. People who grew up on farms always seemed to be the most practical, helpful people. Rose was obviously biased in this thought, being a farm girl that had grown up around other farm girls and boys. The most she knew about the city came from cheesy romance movies that she forced her husband and daughter to watch with her. The movie would always end with her reaching for the tissues to stem the flow of tears from her eyes, Alexia picking her nose absentmindedly, and David staring off into space, contemplating the mysteries of the universe itself. Rose saw potential in Thomas as a movie buddy, if he could sit still long enough. She would convert him, surely.<br/><br/>Thomas returned more quickly than Rose had expected, chirping happily at being so useful. "Thank you very much," she chirped back with a grin before Alexia took him under arm. Rose then turned to Conor, reciprocating the hug and getting down to business. "I'm not quite sure," she let her words trail after one another, "it just stopped working. Thomas was using it fine earlier. I gave it a look-over and nothing seems broken or missing, if that helps. It's probably nothing, anyway." she didn't sound so sure of herself. The house was old, after all. However, it functioned for what they needed, and she couldn't imagine living anywhere else. She truly loved David, but the idea of moving to a heavily populated city made her queasy, and lonely.<br/><br/>Despite the anxiety that the sink malfunction brought to her, Rose maintained an air of calmness, moving over to the table to adjust the cutlery and arrange napkins in a pleasant manner. Alexia spoke from the kitchen, giving an excellent suggestion as to how Rose could join them at the picnic. "Your phone," Rose said, motioning with one hand for David to give the object to her as she continued to prepare the table. She took the phone, and wrote in a list for the specific items Alexia requested, as well as including a few things of her own. When it came to the fabric and wool, it seemed as if she had written a paragraph of instructions under each. Alexia had most of the textile talent in the family, but Rose at least had the keen women's eye when it came to finding colours and patterns that worked. She returned the phone to David and gave him a quick kiss before sending him out the door.<br/><br/>Rose noticed Alistair hovering near the door again, this time laden with a box of milk bottles. "Put it in the fridge for now," she motioned, moving back into the kitchen. She noticed that everyone looked hungry, herself included. Sidling up to Alexia, she glanced at the stove. "How are we doing in here?" she asked. "Seems like everyone's hungry this morning."