Obed smiled at the sound of her rumbling stomach. His own was at last beginning to complain; finger foods and virgin punch hardly filled a body up. But he was enjoying himself at last, or at least getting closer to doing so, and he felt disinclined to leave when things were finally going well.
"Dessert, if you'd like," Obed offered. "But please don't feel you have to bring anything. We like hosting. It'll be the first time we have since we moved here."