"James made dinner yesterday, and dessert along with it," Lily explained, leading Alice into the kitchen. "He's become twice as doting since I've been pregnant. It's endearing mostly, except for the obsession he's developed with baby things. He just keeps ordering endless amounts of plushie toys and blocks and onesies and everything else--if he keeps it up until I give birth then there'll be no room left in the house to move around..."
Lily grabbed the trifle, two bowls and two spoons, setting them down on the table. She moved to put the kettle on, reaching for two mugs out of the cupboard. Lily didn't know what it was, but everything seemed less tragic/painful/overwhelming when tea was present. She supposed she could trace it back to her childhood--whenever she was upset when she was younger, her mother would make her a cup of tea, give her some cookies, and tell her it was all going to be all right. She wished it could still be so simple.