He chuckled softly. "Not like having the hustle and bustle of London right outside my front door. Maybe it will get me back into the habit of cooking most of my own meals. When I wasn't on the road it was still too convenient to pop down a half block to one restaurant or another."
It was with the unconscious grace of a lifetime that Richard escorted Susan to their destination; shortening his longer steps to match hers, holding the door, getting her chair when she sat. "Is this really English food, or a close copy? I've learned to ask after trying the pub grub in the States once. Didn't think it was possible to do fish and chips badly, but there you are."
"So how was your day? Working in a book store would keep tempting me to spend all day reading."