Molly felt sheepish. She hadn’t meant to attack her food with such enthusiasm. It was probably considered rude here. She put down her spoon. “No, this is fine. More than enough.” She didn’t want to imply that Thomas hadn’t provided her with an adequate amount.
Molly watched Abby as she moved to collect a teapot. “Oh, um.” Well, why not. “Yes, please. Tea would be – tea would be lovely.” Molly really enjoyed the small ritual of having tea. It felt odd not to be the one preparing it though. While cooking was beyond her, boiling water was – usually – something she could manage. “So,” Molly tried to think of a safe topic of conversation, “would you mind – could you tell me a little about Greenville? I’m afraid I don’t really know much about it yet.”