She shifted uncomfortably. "Ah.. I'm not quite sure yet, and I don't want to say anything if it isn't the case. I'm sure it's fine."
Despite her words, Poppy was still obviously worried. Her brow was drawn as she poured the batter into the pan. When they had a sizeable stack on the plates, she turned to Eliza. "Do you think this is enough?"
She chuckled warmly, before heading into the other room. Once they entered, they would find Francis, Miles, and Cal all speaking to each other in low tones. If you heard them, they might not seem angry.
Poppy relaxed slightly, although her brow was still drawn in worry. She was quiet, waiting for them to stop talking.
Poppy's brow furrowed, but that was the only indication of her worry. She placed the plates on the table, lightly brushing Francis' back while no one could see as she passed with her free hand.
She smiled gently down at him before putting down the last plate and sitting next to him, squeezing his hand momentarily under the table.
He sighed, his fingers tense. Eliza glanced at them warmly before turning to the others. "There's different kinds," she said. "Take your pick."
Poppy took one of the blueberry pancakes and returned her hand to his, her thumb rubbing slow circles on the back of his hand to ease the tension.
Eliza hid a smile politely behind her hand. "I think I would know the difference," he said flatly, raising an eyebrow.
