"Well of course he's a good cook," Sarah smiled sweetly, looking between all three of them. "He learnt from me, and I was an excellent cook my day." She tried hard to give her son experiences that he could have safely.
Four months? That had been an interesting fact, and her eyebrow quirked up. "Four months?" she repeated, watching Stacey like a hawk now. She couldn't imagine someone less different than to what she had thought. "Not long then, really, when you consider it." she said, looking back to Steven, "Might I trouble you for a drink of water?"