Poppy sat next to Francis, squeezing his hand under the table. "All good things," she said reassuringly. She paused and then smiled playfully. "Well, mostly good things."
She hesitated slightly, but it wasn't really noticeable except to Francis. She gave him a slight smile. "Something like that."
"Hm," he mumbled, turning back to his coffee. Miles watched for a moment, but then turned back to phone. A minute later, Elizabeth returned, holding two plates in her hand. "Food is ready."
She glanced up at her with a sincere smile. "I'm sure it's lovely," she replied, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Thank you," she responded, going to get the rest of the plates before sitting down. "So, got any plans for today?" she asked. "Maybe going to the town?"
Poppy shrugged easily. "I'm not quite sure," she replied. "It's really up to Francis." She looked over at him with a small grin. "These are his stomping grounds, after all."
Eliza laughed. "I haven't heard that expression," she said with a smile. "But I'm sure he'll figure something out."
Poppy flushed lightly but grinned. "I'm excited to see where he grew up," she replied before shooting a playful glance at him. "No pressure though."
"I see," Poppy replied, raising an eyebrow. "I guess the pressure is on, then, Francis. I'm expecting the most exciting tour of my life."
