Smirking, Gianna shook her head. "I was wondering what that smell was." Looking from father to son, she shook her head. "Well obviously I didn't miss much. So, daddy dearest, would you like to accompany me to my bakery? I should really be getting back."
Bringing her mug into the kitchen, she cleaned it and put it in the drain board. Wrapping up the desserts she'd brought, Gianna was being the stereotypical 'housewife'. She was just old fashioned that way. You couldn't leave dirty dishes around.