"Tell me, my dear, where are you staying? I'm sure our 'federal overseer' has you someplace barely tolerable. If you like I could put yup up in our guest room. I'm sorry I didn't think of it earlier." She asks as she leads the way to dinner, the smell of pot roast, roasted potatoes and steamed vegatbles filling the room as she motions for the others to help themselves to a seat.<br/><br/>"But enough of the matters of the coming task. I'm sure you've got a few stories you could tell us about." Most of her own stories would curl hair.