~ Elevenses comming to an end ~<br/><br/>Nicci smiled her thanks at Mila, putting the dirty dishes In the dishwasher and searching the cupboards to put away the clean ones.  She listened to Bo flirting with Mila and was pleased that he seemed to really be relaxing, even laughing and making jokes of his own.  She didn't smile though, her heart still felt heavy with the group's reaction and she stayed by the sink, leaning back against it, looking at them all for a moment.<br/><br/>David's words really touched her, he spoke aloud almost what she had been saying to herself, and he was right, she thought as he held her gaze for a moment, she shouldn't worry over it.  As she picked up the manual's folder and started to thumb through it she knew though that it would be hard thing to accomplish, perhaps because it meant so much to her, some things seemed to be magnified more than they normally would be.<br/><br/>As if David was saying a cue Angus and Donald appeared at the door and asked the guys to come out with them, and although Nicci, looked longing at them as they trooped out her mind was also already on Lunch and what to prep for dinner.  It would be nice to do a little baking she thought, if had a simple lunch of sandwiches, to make a little sweet treat for afters.  Rather than do a cake though she thought that as there were so many Americans in the group she could do some nice big cookies, and then they would do for snacks tomorrow too.<br/><br/>She turned the oven on to warm up and went over to the net book, clicking onto the internet.  "How about sandwiches for lunch?" she asked the girls, "I thought I'd make some cookies for pud, any preferences?  I thought perhaps chocolate ones and perhaps peanut butter oaty ones, what do you think?"<br/><br/>She went on to BBC food, clicking through to the recipe finder, "We could prep most of supper too, that way we'd have most of the afternoon free?" She wasn't sure whether to just say what she'd like to cook for tonight, would they think she was being pushy?  Cooking was such a big thing for her, not only something she enjoyed but also a real relaxation, an outlet for her creativity and one of the few things she felt she was good at.<br/><br/>As she scrolled down the list of cookies looking for the real taste one she'd used before she wondered too if it was also partly about caring for people, making them feel good, she loved to see other people eat her food, it was even better than eating it herself.