Tegan was both pleased and disappointed.  Her body told her in no uncertain terms that food was not the important thing right now.  But Tegan loved cooking for people, it was such a joy to watch someone take pleasure in her food, and brought a closeness, a communion she found that little else could achieve.  Leading him along the hallway she was also touched he didn't want to spoil the food and hoped he enjoyed it as much she loved cooking it for him.<br/><br/>"I hope you don't mind, but we are eating in the kitchen.  I use what was the dining room as a music room, and I love socialising in here, and relaxing with friends." She opened the door to the large farmhouse kitchen and even though the large refectory table at one end wasn't in a dining room she had laid it for dinner properly.  The white cloth and simple place settings, with the glowing candles, twinkling glasses and crisply folded napkins was her way of saying how special the night was to her.  She'd put then opposite to each other at one end,  and the flowers he gave her, arranged in a thistle crystal vase, still made her smile and feel like she was being romanced.<br/><br/>"We are having chicken cacciatora, with roasted baby new potatoes," she said leading him to his seat. "There's wine and water on the table, so help yourself while I dish up."  As she turned to go she couldn't resist caressing his cheek momentarily, saying softly, "Make yourself at home," meaning it so much her voice wobbled slightly and she whisked herself off quickly. Not wanting him to see quite how affected she was by him and think her a watering pot.<br/><br/>She brought the food to the table, leaving the chicken in the earthenware pot is had been slow cooked in and putting it between them, on one of tiles she made. The new potatoes striped with brown and gold, seasoned with thyme, salt and pepper, nestling with chunks of sweet red onions she tipped into warmed dish and brought these and the steamed green vegetables next.  Finally she put the shallow, wide, warmed bowls in their places, and standing at end of the table picked up one of the serving spoons, moving to his side, she looked into his eyes and felt her tummy somersault again at his nearness.