Re: Bennett & Lucretia
Bennett remembered Lucy having a Thanksgiving or two with her family. He'd been invited once, hadn't he? He didn't remember going-- something about taking the opportunity to fly back home and visit family in England. He liked her family, though. It still made him incredibly sick to think about what Lucretia had had to do. He felt very sad for her sometimes. He knew she loved her family very much. She still did and always would. He just wished that, for her sake, she still had them. He didn't like seeing her sad.
They could still go up on the roof and see if it had actually begun to snow or not.. He looked forward to it. But he wanted to make sure she had dinner first.
Bennett smiled, "We are. We will. But I thought you could use a fancy Holiday-worthy dinner." He shrugged, "your guess is as good as mine. i may or may not have given some bullets away for those, so you'd better enjoy them," he teased, moving to pull his Swiss Army knife from his pocket to open the cans with.
"I would love nothing more than to join you, Lucy," He offered another smile up at her before dropping his gaze back down to the can as he worked at opening it. Thank God for the Swiss, right? The knife could do just about anything. It wasn't as time efficient as electric can openers, etc, but it got the job done. "Because I," he got the lid off of the green beans and held the can over to her, "am very thankful to still have you."