Bryony's mouth twisted sadly. She could remember feeling like that, before Christmas. Where had it gone? And how was she going to get it back? At the same time, she wished they could both be more than 'content'. It didn't seem possible now - not with Phillipa ill and Shauna's wedding getting closer - but she hoped one day Marcus would find something that made him happy. As for herself? There was a nagging thought at the back of her mind that she would be happy if only she were thin. Then her family would accept her, then there would be no reason to...
Marcus interrupted that depressing train of thought and she let him, following as he pulled away towards the kitchen. "You could never be a bad host," she told him, smiling slightly. "This is the best place in the world." And, to her, it really was. There was nowhere else in the world she felt more comfortable - whether Marcus were there or not, whether there was food available or otherwise. "You have to let me help next time. I'm getting much better at cooking."