Peter grinned. "Not particularly," he said, heading for the table to set down the boxes in his hands. From them came th rich aroma of fresh bread and pastries. "Nathan might be all excited about getting to make the salad, but I know when there are better people than me in the kitchen, to just stay out."
He moved beside her as he spoke, taking the apron and setting it aside again, then gave her a kiss on the nose.
"Since you're all going to be slaving over dinner, I supplied breakfast. Muffins, croissants, eclairs, donuts, the works."