The barmaid kept the cloak for now, promising to return it when they went inside. It was far too precious a thing to accept as a gift.
Molly nodded in commiseration. "I think I would starve without Zachary. I can't cook at all. My," there was only the tiniest hesitation this time as she nearly forgot the safe term for him, "father always did the cooking. He had the best fish recipes."
An idea came to Molly. "You don't suppose we might be able to get fish sometime soon?" She tried to refrain from becoming over-animated, by the thought lit her eyes. "For the kitchen?" It would make her that much closer to home. Honestly, she admitted, "This winter has been so different. I've never spent the holidays away from my family before."