Smiling up at him, Bryony nodded. "I'd like that." She thought her father would probably come, too, but unlike Iris he hadn't completely changed his opinion of Marcus since his arrest. Even if he hadn't allowed them to marry - something Bryony would never understand or completely forgive - he was still polite.
She pushed her diced vegetables to the edge of her chopping board and cleaned off her knife, all ready to move on to the next step - if only Marcus would tell her what it was. "She was very nice about it, actually," Bryony said, then sighed a little. "I know I should ask people before I sketch them but..." She actually hated sketching people who knew she was sketching them. It made her feel so much more self-conscious, unable to melt into the background.