"You do have a point there, dearest." Erina turns her attention back to the stew, leaning over to make sure that the gas has gone to an appropriate height to keep the stew simmering until Lizzie returns from playing.

"And at least we needn't worry about them adding sawdust or chalk to the loaves." She frowned at the thought and then shuddered. "Let's wait for Lizzie to come home. Oh, and turn around, I've a little present for you."