She squeezed his hand. "Go to town, find the salamanders, cross the creek and try not to die," she confirmed. "Easy."
She finished the last of her tea, and grinned at him cheekily. "I'm relying on you to know your way around," she warned playfully.
As they left, the rest of the family continued their own conversations. Francis sat the plates in the sink and began washing them off. "Not so bad, right?"
She dried them carefully, her fingers deft but meticulous. "I'm a little worried that I'm talking too much, though," she said quietly. "I tend to babble when I get nervous."
She gave him a warm smile before resting her head on her hand. "Are we driving into town? Or walking?"
