Sighing as she sat at the table,
Becca looked around and then rested her chin on the back of her hand. Her husband wasn't here yet, and she was getting bored waiting for him. He knew she didn't do standing around. She was a woman of action, which was why she'd come as Amelia Earhart. Pulling a face at the general surroundings, she reached out to pick up a Yorkshire Pudding and put some beef in it before covering it in gravy and taking a bite as her blue eyes observed the surroundings.