[She smiles warmly down at him, fingers carding through his hair. A vine uncurls from somewhere in her greenery, wrapping around him like a limb to return the embrace.]

We both know it's not the food you come for.

[Nadine's voice is rich with humor and affection. He does quite enjoy the feasting, after all. And along with the pork, there are stuffed game hens and potatoes cooked a dozen different ways, thinly sliced turnips roasted up in herbs and butter, candied beets, a variety of breads and honey...it's grown into quite the feast over the years.]

I shouldn't be surprised you're ready for another project. You've never been very good at being idle. What do you have in mind?