When she'd come closer to him, he'd unconsciously taken in her scent again, wondering immediately why she smelled so good. It was a mix of earthy goodness, something herbal and talc; now that he'd held the baby, he could tell it was part of Olivia's smell. He found her closeness familiar and comfortable, and in that moment, not odd at all. But when he glanced at her, standing at his side, he noted her flush and part of him recipricated, his color rising. His reaction was more due to some internal sense of pleasure but he quickly moved to select a plate for her and hand it to her.
"We can sit at the table if you like," he offered, "Or right here. I usually serve from here and take it to where I want to sit. It's not as formal, I know...," he said, letting his voice trail off.