Emily held the bag against to her chest possessively. "Oh hell no. This is mine," she grinned, and then curtsied bending her knees cutely. "Thank you. Honestly. This was a very thoughtful gift, and I love it. But please, come on in! Lunch is almost ready."
To the right of the short hallway was the spacious living room with a bookshelf and a yellow sofa and armchairs with a flat screen TV on the other end. Walking straight from the hall you got to the dining area and to the left was the modern, big kitchen. Emily set the bag of salt on the counter and found a cork screw to open the wine bottle.