He smiled, wide and unrestrained. There was nothing better than putting that look in her eyes. Nothing in the bloody world.
His hand twitched as he mentally forbade himself to reach up and touch his cheek like some addled schoolgirl.
"How did I come by it? There's no real story there, I simply found it and thought it was perfect for you." He shrugged, blushing but at least for a better reason than his earlier embarrassment.
"Besides, I thought it might earn me dinner one night. Apparently they ate a great deal of fowl in the 1780s. I know you'll experiment with something in there at least once, I thought I had a good shot at being on the receiving end of the results."
He wanted to lean down, to return the quick kiss on the cheek. Instead he contented himself with taking her hand for a brief moment and squeezing. "Happy birthday, Penny."