Neville hurried up to Hannah's and hoped he wasn't too late for his own birthday dinner. He came through the door just to hear the mumblings of his children in the other room... something had just been diffused.
He winced and walked toward Hannah, giving her a kiss on the cheek, just as he had always done even though they were divorced. "Oh, sorry... I'm not late am I?" The smell in the kitchen was heavenly and he could tell it was his favourite. "It's okay, next time I'll stomp a little harder so you know when I'm on my way." He beamed, joking of course.