Stutely was... surprisingly less nervous than he might've thought he'd be.
He still wasn't sure what the others would think of Clio (or, for that matter, what they'd think of Will 'fuck the gods' Stutely... actually fucking a god). Scarlet had seemed to take it completely in his stride, though he'd also been more focussed on what he and Tuck were getting up to under the table, so who knew. Marian still had yet to make any comment at all... though that may simply be because she had plenty heavier things on her mind these days than who her friends were choosing to bed down with. He didn't know.
It mightn't have niggled at him so much, except that he really wanted them all to like her.
On the other hand, he'd just had his first encounter with Clio's family the other day, and he could safely say that none of the Merry Men were going to accuse her of being a swarthy foreigner, threaten to murder her or make alarming cryptic statements about uncovering all her secrets, so maybe it was okay to lighten up a bit.
And tonight it would just Tuck and Scarlet, one of whom Clio had already well and truly won over – and who from the sound of things had spent the whole day cooking up a storm. None of them could throw a feast quite like Tuck.
So his shoulders felt a little lighter than usual as he and Clio walked up the path to the parsonage. As they reached the entrance, he glanced across at her with a grin and gave her hand a little squeeze. "Hope you're hungry. Safe bet Tuck's gone all out." He rapped on the door.