“Bon appetit then,” Elijah answered, raising his glas to hers and taking a sip before he began cutting into the chicken, table manners impeccable.
“I assume you have all arrangements made for your trip, then?” Given that she could counter any objections to going that he came up with. “Is there anything that I might be of assistance with?” His smile turned a bit wry and teasing. “Or additional capital I might supply?”