"Um, yeah, sure." Sam agrees, moving into the small kitchen with Emma, trying hard not to think about Shelly, who had at least taken his mind off of Emma's daughters.
Pulling open the fridge door Sam looks inside and finds it almost empty, except for a bottle of milk, a bottle of wine and some cheese. "Not really got a whole lot of good in here." He says turning back to Emma.
"I thought you were going to say that." Emma said slowly. "We'll have to make a run up to the hyper market after breakfast to stock up. I'm sure we'll find someone to volenteer."
Working together the two of them prepare several rounds of toast, tea and coffee before heading back out of the kitchen and setting them all down on the table with still no sign of the others. "Guess we're gonna have to go round them all up. Where do you want to start?"
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