"Yes, there will be fine." She said, waiting for Makepeace to finish setting his trunk down. "Oh, Mr. Makepeace. That really is too kind." Louisa said, taking the little wooden keg from him and holding it to her. She could almost smell the sea and the spices of the Caribbean.
Leading him into the sitting room Louisa set the keg down on the table and gestured to the little plate of scones. "I have cream and jam. Which type of Jam would you like? Apricot, Plum or Strawberry?"