"If they don't, I'll order in," he offered. "Or go fetch something for us. Whatever you want." Obed smiled as she fussed over him, glad of every gentle touch, however small. His hand caught hers after one last smoothing of already pristine cloth. He brought her fingers to his lips, kissing them softly.
"Only one so far," he answered. "I believe her name was Nishka. Recently moved here from Chicago. Hanni was very talkative that morning, I think he startled her." He chuckled at the memory, glossing neatly over the way she had remained somewhat unsettled even after he had introduced himself. "So Kate, hm? If you think I'll like her, I'm sure I will. Have you met anyone else yet?"