Hannah was exhausted. The adrenaline that had been charging through her since word of Gran's illness and death, the race to finish all of her Valentine's Day plans, had finally petered out. She was just exhausted, sleeping so deeply that she missed Neville leaving in the morning, missed her housekeeper letting out the dogs and the dogs jumping back on the bed. She only woke up when the four of them barked wildly for a solid three minutes.
They had seen a dust bunny. Attack!
It felt like a massive victory to put on her glasses, jeans, and a sweater and come downstairs, and it was like Megan had known that Hannah needed company to get her through the day. Making lunch was a perfect thing to focus on, and besides, Megan was Megan. She was pure energy, and Hannah began to lose some of her heaviness as the two talked.
She blushed, finishing combining the ingredients she was putting in the homemade ravioli: four cheese in one, pesto and sausage in the other--she loved making pesto, and the whole kitchen smelled of basil and garlic now. "I couldn't handle it. It all moves so fast, and everybody yells at each other?" She stuck out her tongue as she tossed a bit of meat to one of the dogs. "I'd rather just cook for us. Then I can sneak tastes."