"I can lift, I can carry, I can juggle 'em over me head," Art agreed happily. "...mayhap best I don't do the last one. I never got the knack for catching 'em, is the rub." He dutifully retrieved the tray and carried it ahead of her into the living room.
"Now," he said, once the tray was set down and the two of them were seated on the couch, Michaela nestled comfortably against his side. "Tell me true, petal: how you doing with the everything of it all?"