"I think I could probably eat half your cookie," she acquiesed. "If you're willing to part with it, if not I'm sure to survive!" Demelza added earnestly.
She didn't speak for a moment and instead, tore the top off a sugar satchet and poured the serving into her cup before added a dash of milk. "Oh, it's kind of stupid really. My Dad picked possibly the worst time of the year to announce his engagement to his new fiancee. And," she shrugged and set down the teaspoon she'd been using to stir the milk and sugar into her tea. "Just not sleeping properly and stuff."