"It doesn't have to be formal at all, Neville. Don't feel like you have to have some overtly impressive display. I like things simpler." she said, taking the plate that was offered, "Shall we sit at the table and catch up? You have to tell me what has been going on with your life."
Perhaps it was one of those things that felt natural, just to be around friends again. She could remember that she was more then just a mother. She was a woman, a young woman at that. She gave him a small smile as the swing swung back and forth gently with the charm. She had no doubt that Olivia would be asleep rather shortly.
She noticed too that he's smelled of earth and rain. Some mixture of woods and man that was pleasant as well as familiar.