She smiled nervously and shrugged, "I'll put some stew on the stove. It's leftover. I hope you don't mind." She had made a big batch the other day. She loved stew and always made enough to last a few days when she made it. It didn't seem classy enough for wine, but she wasn't exactly concerned about etiquette. Except with strangers. She felt they'd judge her. Blushing, she moved toward her kitchen.