“I would decline your help and merely tell you to take a seat, but I know you would feel better to help,” he smiled a twinkle of humor in his eyes. “So, if you would like you can get the bowls from over there,” a gesture to the cabinet behind her. “There are some glasses there too, if you want to grab them as well. I’ll clean off the table and set out our cutlery,” the smile never left his lips. Instead he just added a nod at the end up of his words, and then went to work on his own self assigned tasks.<br/><br/>At the table he cleared away some of the excess cluttered that happened to show up from day to day activities. Some papers, mostly drawings or sketches that he made when he found himself restless and unable to focus on much else. With the table cleared he set out some place mats, then the spoons and a small plate for the fresh bread he then sliced to accompany the meal. As a small touch, he set out a few candles and lit them, just to set the mood he supposed.<br/><br/>When she set out the bowls he “shooed” her off to the table to be seated, whilst he ladled the contents of the pot into the bowls. Rich, hearty and inviting was the aroma of the stew as he brought it before her and set it down. Lastly he got them each a glass of water from the fresh well water he had drawn just after he left her to her bath. Two glasses of the chilled liquid were set on the table to complete it all.<br/><br/>“Here we go,” he said once he took the seat across from her. “Hope you like it. I caught the bird this morning so it should taste pretty fresh,” he smiled and grabbed up a piece of bread though he waited for her to take the first bite before he himself would partake of the meal.