Peony had already assembled the first of the sandwiches and started on the second, slowly, in order to show Felicity the required steps. It would not be so bad if they were not perfectly tidy, after all. Cut into two triangles and stacked on a platter, they would serve well enough tomorrow, and be devoured quite quickly, she had a notion.
"We all experience mishaps," she said placidly. "To err is hume, after all." She did not doubt that Quenten would find her way eventually, and perhaps worrying about the nebulous present would gain her nothing. Trusting in Faram's guiding hand seemed the best possible solution.
Once satisfied that Felicity was managing the sandwiches, she began rummaging for the necessary ingredients for the two or three salads she'd hoped to assemble - sans dressing, to keep them crisp - while Aspel's cookies baked. "If your hands are available, Aspel, there are quite a number of sandwiches yet to make. With these salads and the cookies, I do believe we shall be done in no time. Hopefully," she teased lightly, "before Sister Felicity finds herself dozing in the lettuce."