Despite how awful the loss was, Alexander couldn't help but smile back at Maryanne when she opened the door wearing his shirt.
"Hi. I did think about it, but uh... I didn't want to be too forward," he admitted, giving her a slightly amused look. It was ridiculous when you analysed it - his fear of being too forward should have died weeks ago. "But I appreciate it, in future I won't knock," he told her.
He stepped inside and did as he was instructed and tasted from the spoon she held out to him. He couldn't really hide the joy that the flavours instantly made him feel. Whenever he was feeling like hell, it was the sort of food his mother would have served up that he really craved. And it was so hard to get it right in 1780s New York, even the spices were so expensive from import tax.