“Dig in, dear, you look famished. Enjoy! There’s plenty more where that came from.”
“My Elsie sure knows how to cook, doesn’t she?” Reid said with pride. “She’s a fine woman. If you want to be happy, Ford, you’ll do well to settle down with a good woman. Now look at this English Rose here, I’m sure she’s a great cook.”
“She is,” Ford agreed, swallowing a mouthful of food.
“The biscuits are delicious,” Eliza said to Elsie, trying to divert the conversation back to the woman’s attributes and away from her own.
“An old family recipe,” Elsie said, “I’ll be happy to share it with you, dear. It’s hardly a secret, of course. It would be a shame if my grandma’s wonderful recipe went to the grave with me.”
Elsie sounded casual, but Reid’s eyes widened with alarm. He coughed, turning to Eliza. “It sounds like you’ll be our guest for the next few days. We have a lovely guestroom that I think you’ll enjoy.”