Thomas. She’d have to remember that. He seemed nice enough. Molly dipped her spoon into the stew and balanced it on the edge of the bowl to cool while she put together her reply. “I grew up coastal, in a village called Tide’s End. Rather unimaginative, I know.” Molly smiled to herself, remembering a time when she came up with different names for her home. “This is as far inland as I’ve ever been.” Molly picked up her spoon and took a bite. “Mmm. This is really good. My name’s Molly by the way. Well, it’s really Margaret, but no one ever calls me that.”