Bill chuckled. "As long as I get to keep the pie, I suppose we can accept that story," he told his mother. "Hey, I wouldn't starve! I can cook pasta, and... tea, and..." Okay, he wasn't exactly a master chef.
"Yes, we'll be there Sunday." Bill gave Fleur a quick glance to make sure she agreed. "Rushing into things! Mum, it's been a year."