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She was startled by the knock at the door-- After all, it wasn't a sound she often heard. Elinor rushed out of the kitchen, undid the lock on the door, and opened it, almost jumping for joy. She missed him all the time, after all.
"Don't you look charming," she half-chuckled as she practically beamed up at him. "Well, don't just stand there, get inside," the woman prompted, standing aside to let him through, not noticing that he had something concealed in his other hand.
"Make yourself at home, please. I need just a second to get something out of the oven," she said, as soon as she had shut the door behind him. Disappearing back into the kitchen, she took only a moment to pull out the four stuffed pheasant breast halves and exchange them for the pan she had prepared the desert in, keeping it warm until the main dish had been finished. After she had placed them on the appropriate platter, and made sure everything was on the table and ready, she joined him once again.
"I hope you remembered to bring your appetite," she said, staring up at him with quiet awe.
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