Rose simply shrugged. Of course her mother didn't need permission; she was the head of civilian works. "No, no chocolate. Dad said I haven't given up enough, so I will learn to live without the chocolate. Or, I could save it and use it to bribe the kids into helping with decorations," she said, trying to appease everyone by giving up the offer. However, the idea of not writing Bryn was out of the question.
"I have to write Bryn; I write him every night. If I don't, he's likely to do something that will get him into trouble and I can't be having my groom in trouble and sent to prison with less than 18 days left until the nuptials."
As her mother stroked her hair and reminded her of times when she was little, Rose pointed out that she was no longer a child. "If I stay here the night, can I at least get my knitting? If I don't knit a minimum of two hours a night, I'll never have Uncle Harry's sweater done in time for his birthday. It's this weekend, you know."