She dimpled, leaning her head back against him. "I love you too," she replied quietly before looking back down at the soup. It seemed to be some sort of creamy potato soup, the empty bottle of milk next to the stove. It smelled really good, and she looked up at him. "I think it's missing some peas," she said thoughtfully, "but I went and got some corn and cream and potatoes... and I snuck into the cellar to get the vegetable stock. I think it should be okay..."
Her shoulders slumped and she looked up at him tiredly. "That's okay. I can clean up." She frowned, looking out the window as she began to plan thoughtfully. "I can just take a shower while you eat, and then when I get out, I can clean up while you sleep. I'll do the dishes before I shower so it's not noisy when you're trying to sleep."
She was frowning, but she pulled away from him, pulling out two bowls and beginning to ladle in soup.
She sighed, rubbing the back of her neck before nodding. She crossed the room and opened a drawer in the bedside table. She pulled out pajamas before heading into the bathroom.
She emerged about 15 minutes later. She was wearing soft pajamas, consisting of a cream blouse and linen shorts that rested on her hips. Her hair was still damp and her eyes were wide as she squeezed the water out with the towel.
