"You have a very good point there, Arthur. I think perhaps, if I'm being an idealist, then a few hours for two months?"
She couldn't help the teasing grin after she said that, reaching for the orange juice to sip as she looked at him over the rim. Once he questioned her again, she shrugged and put the glass back on the table, taking a little bite of an apple slice.
"Depends what we make. Baking, knowing you there's going to end up being flour everywhere."