It was something she would have done with him before. As she swung their joined hands forward it did dawn on her that perhaps he wouldn't be comfortable with the gesture but- she glanced up at his face, he didn't appear to be protesting. That was all she could really ask for.
Leading him through the living area of the house she arrived at the table which she had helped set. A pie was resting at one end, sitting on the doily she had crocheted. Slicing a piece for both of them, Ariana served them onto small plated and handed one over. "I hope you like. Promise me you'll tell me if it tastes off. I've never made this pie before."