in the kitchen, cooking; open reception
The table was set for full dinner, which meant most of the wine glasses were there, waiting to be used, but there were smaller tumblers in the shelf and Emma did not mind slumming it. She knew she was attempting to distract herself, but it hardly needed to be said, one extra drink to steady her would be fine.
"Well, I guess if I'm not murdering vegetables I'll just stand here and be company." She could slice, damnit. But if everyone was going to insist she not cook, fine. She wouldn't. Ruby would need to learn how to do more than grill a steak or grilled cheese. "You know, I think when I thought about this, I forgot how many of us there were."
Because her living room just got smaller. "And I don't think I realised how much space we take up. Although I'm blaming half of that on James' shoulder span. Seriously? Wider than a house." The resemblance was enough to be weird at first, but Emma quickly filed it away as 'more Marrowood insanity' and let it lie.