She blinked up at the voice, then smiled, waving him in, scribbling out a quick note on the magnetic whiteboard -another new acquisition- on the fridge: More the merrier Even with a marker her handwriting was tidy and blocky. She added: making stir fry under her first line, making sure he'd read it before erasing it again to give herself more space, should she need it.
Which she did a moment later, once she'd finished chopping the carrots: James, right?