Lucy stirred the chicken, decided it was done and reached for the plates she'd set to warm earlier. "What do you want to drink?" she asked as she did so. "There's white wine or cider in the fridge, if you want to grab something." With the flowers and the plates, she had her hands somewhat full already.
She smiled, genuinely pleased that it had gone well so far. "Well, you deserve all the compliments and more. It's lovely." She was glad she'd thought of this dinner - and even more glad that Bryn had accepted. "Right, outside." Having plated both meals, she gestured to the doors into the garden. "Could you get the door?"