I promised them to some friends. [she's far more focused on the sky, so doesn't think much on pie-baking]
[She knows there will not be any images of Ireland, or anywhere Neil's been, and so she thinks instead on what he must think in viewing these images, the awe of beauty for its own sake. She reaches out to take his hand across the table.] Pictures of a skyline are all the more beautiful with the taste of your cake in my mouth and the warmth of your hand in mine.