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"That's perfect," she said, eagerly taking one of his hands and leading him towards the kitchen, very eager to show off her hard work. Easily the fanciest thing she had ever made.
She gestured to the table, where two places had been set across from each other, each place with a small bowl and a reasonably-sized plate. She cleared her throat and gestured to each feature in turn. "We have here bacon Clapshot... This is, of course, Cock-A-Leekie soup," she said as she stirred up the bowl with the ladle she had placed there. "A bowl of plain old steamed corn for good measure, and this," she gestured to the center platter proudly, "Is roasted pheasant breast, stuffed with an apple-and-breadcrumb filling, for which I have prepared a cider vinegar dressing," she finished, pointing to where the thin sauce was set out.
Oh, yes. She was quite proud of what she had accomplished. The dishes were still steaming gently from where she had waited until the last possible minute to finish them and set them out.
After appraising Nigel's reaction for a moment, Elinor turned towards the stove and poured the two cups of tea, setting them down at their respective places. She hovered for a moment behind her chair, in case there was something missing.
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