"Of course I am," she said with a smile. Mary wasn't domestic, but she wasn't bred to be such. She still thought that she was a damn good wife.
"As far as desserts?" she asked, watching his hands with the cards. "Our cook, Mrs. Patmore, used to make a completely sinful chocolate cake... alright, how are you doing that?" Cards kept materializing in thin air and Mary couldn't hold her curiosity any more.