"Not at all. Make yourself at home," she invited, going to the kitchen briefly and levitating the silverware and plates behind her with a wave of her hand while carrying the bottle of wine and glasses in with her. "Wine okay, or would you rather have a beer or something harder?" she asked as she set everything down gently.
"So tell me how you're doing, darling," she said as she started to rifle through the food he'd brought. "Feel free to vent."
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