Re: Bennett & Lucretia
He chuckled, "You've a long way to go to ever be considered American, Luce. So there's no problem, there. You're good." And no, America was not a bad place at all, and neither was being American or in their army. But Bennett was a true Englishman, and he always would be.
Bennett didn't miss being chased either. Or stabbed. He never wanted to be reminded of that near-fatal incident again. Though, he had the scars to do that. But if it weren't for that, he might not have still been around, today? He had been in the hospital, in a mini coma, when the outbreak happened. He didn't remember a damn thing.
He nodded, "but I know when you talk about your daughter, you get upset. I'd much rather see you happy." He bit at his lip, watching her. What she said had made sense to him. But then.. he understood her better than anyone, really. And Vice versa.
"Right," his smile returning, he gave Lucretia another nod, "Deal. No more talking about it. We'll just enjoy the holiday, and our cranberries." He nodded, letting the pad of his thumb brush along the backs of her knuckles, "I still don't know what you want to go up to the roof for. It's quite cold, up there."